Ballet has always had a special place in my soul and bones. My mother was a dancer, and when she was pregnant with me she knew I was going to follow in her footsteps since I was always moving around. My grandma even gave me a gold ballerina pendant when I was born. I took ballet classes when I was a toddler, and left it behind to pursue Tae Kwon Do when I was going into the second grade. Almost four years and a black belt later (my parents wouldn’t let me quit martial arts until I received that honor) and I went back to ballet. From 6th grade until I graduated high school, I took ballet classes from a Russian teacher who was the best of the best. I did pointe and even thought of becoming a professional when I was first starting out (even though I was never anywhere near being good enough), but once I got to junior year I had time to only take a single teen/adult class per week. I started my yoga practice senior year of high school and that’s something that really fed my soul and my love for movement. Although ballet and yoga are very different, I’ve been able to find meaning and connection in both. Now more than ever, however, I miss ballet. I’ve been inspired by the costumes and by my old ballet skirt. I wore my old ballet skirt and took some time to dance in a field recently. Few things are as simple.
Leotard: Nasty Gal/ Skirt: Old dance skirt/ Shoes: Jeffrey Campbell
Photos: Alexandra Herstik, @alexyael
What makes you dance?