I'm obsessed with legs. A dancer's body is amazing and beautiful and it's the legs I love the most. I can spend hours pouring over dancer pics, trying to soak in all the beauty and strength and artistry for myself. My eyes are drawn to the legs first, always.
Of my dance peers whom I admire most, it's not just their impeccable technique or performing prowess, it's also their strong, beautiful legs.
I constantly fret about my body, if it's strong enough, flexible enough... really, I never feel it's enough of anything, I feel like I have miles of training and conditioning to go, concerns all dancers obsess with, methinks... and of course my worry includes how my body looks. I'm sure you can guess which area I'm most obsessed with...
It's a constant love-hate battle for me, I won't lie. Yes I'm tall and thin... I didn't earn the nickname Mama Long Legs from friends for nothing, I guess... but I'm still uber-conscious of my legs. I know, I know, I am my harshest critic. And the reactions I get when I admit this obsession to people goes something like, "what?! shut up, you're fine, you look great, stop worrying!"... but I continue to worry. And I continue to lunge, plié, squat, relevé, downward dog and cardio kickbox, aiming for stronger, bendier, beautiful legs like the gorgeous dancers above. I want to be a badass in tights.



