Okay, I am not actually that excited about ballet but today was the best class I have had thus far. I got my shoes in the mail along with my tights and leotard...
Yeah, I have to wear a leotard. I was mortified too.
The shoes made a large difference in class. I have yet to find out if the leotard will make me a batter dancer or not. I ordered the wrong size. I have this tendency to believe that I am larger than I am. Some may call it a Napolean complex. Regardless, lately I have come to terms with my smaller stature and have been purchasing or making clothing according to that size.
So, when I went to order my sizes I figured, "Why not order the smalls, since you always order the larges?" I now know why not. When asking my best friend, who is a dancer, how the items should fit or what sizes she wears, she told me everything I did.
Oppositely.
This girl is tiny, wearing a size 3 jeans regularly she wears a size L/XL tights. She also wears a M leotard.
I ordered a small. Upon arrival of my package I decided to try it on anyhow. She said when I hinge at the waist it should not ride up very much, if at all. Imagine my surprise when I hinged and stood back up only to find my butt had eaten the whole thing. (For those who do not know me personally, my butt is rather large-ish for my stature.)
I will be returning the leotard to get a medium. With the tights on, I know it won't be so bad but I don't even want to risk it in class. Imagine what the other dancers will think when I have to explain to them that my butt is a voracious leotard eating monster.
They may wind up fearing for their own leotards as well.
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