Ballet is like the extension of feminism (if you think about it)

Ultimate feminism.

Good perfect posture. Perfection in general. Straight back. Skinny. Perfect body. Pretty figure. Tiny waist. “She got a pretty face, a pretty waist…” Graceful. Elegant. Feminine. Lady-like (but not as in, sexist stereotypes and expectations) just as in elegant lady.

Pointe shoes are the ultimate ballet flats and heels. The ultimate marriage of the two.

Tutu is like the ultimate dress.

Tights.

Hair in a perfect bun. French twist, Dutch twist? With braids. Stage makeup. Jewelry.

Bejeweled. Glittery. Sparkly. Tasteful. Fashionable. Stylish.

The embodiment of beautiful.

Angelic. Flexible. She makes it look easy (but it is anything but). She’s so good at hiding the pain. So agile. So free. So able. So incredibly strong. So much muscle in those legs but everything still looks graceful in perfect. And you’ll never have any idea how hard or painful it actually is. You’re not supposed to. You just wouldn’t even be able to imagine.

Is it a tragedy?