I dug these beauties out today, I’ve have moved probably five times since the last time I wore these for an actual ballet class. But yet each time I move I load them up with me and keep them near by. I miss dancing so much, I wasn’t very good(mostly because my memory fails me so often), but I still loved every minute of it, long rehearses, hot studios, tight clothes, blistered and bleeding feet, all of it. Its the feeling of freedom. There is so much structure, yet such a feeling of freedom. I haven’t danced in 7 years, but yet I still think about it everyday and miss it so. Its just like to many other things in my life, I gave up dancing for a boy. Try not to lose yourself in someone, because when its all said and done, you may end up losing way more than you ever bargained for.