My Relationship with my Body

So here’s the thing: I’ve grown a lot thicker since even eighth grade. What’s surprised me is my own attitude about it.

I don’t think I can just be “accepting” of my own body. Unfortunately, ballet is not a sport—it’s an art form, and art is created and curated for visual pleasure. We as a society haven’t reached the point where skinny and plump are interchangably beautiful, probably for the very real reason that obesity is unhealthy, and it’s survival instinct to be attracted to fit people in order to replicate healthy genes. My point is that no one goes to watch a fat ballerina dance. It’s visually unpleasing. Essentially, my body is my tool for my craft in the same way a pianist’s piano is, for instance, or an artist’s canvas and paints. Your art is limited in some respects by the quality of your main tool. And the quality of a ballerina’s body is comprised of height, flexibility, strength, and thinness. I used to have decent amounts of each. What happened to the last? Continue reading

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Days 1&2: Travels & Orientation [Sucre, Bolivia 2017]

Hey everyone!

I’m writing from my bedroom, shared with Janie and Tanya, at the same hostel we rented last year.

We made it!

We survived a trip totalling about 25 hours from the Austin airport to landing in Sucre. One cool thing: before we left Austin-Bergstrom, we ate for free at a restaurant called Wok and Roll. The lady who owns it is in out church’s Mandarin congregation, and she’d arranged it as a surprise (that PG inevitably leaked out). So we had a good first meal together as a team, feeling blessed by her support.

Austin to Houston, Houston to Panama City, Panama City to Santa Cruz, a 6-hour layover, and finally from Santa Cruz to Sucre. I was able to get some work done along the way, and also have some very good conversations about faith, feminism, careers, even movies, with team members (e.g. Tina and Josh). All in all, a pretty uneventful (in a good way) trip. Continue reading