Tiny Dancer (Anonymous)

I spent years learning to dance and perform. Ballet, jazz and modern dance as a child and as I got older training alongside some of the best known circus performance artists at a specialized gym. I always wanted to be a model but at barely 5’1 I found work but not in the fashion industry. Working as a dancer and pt adult model left me with a very vanity driven sense of worth. If I were thin, toned and tanned I wouldn’t have a care in the world. I was miserable spending 8 hours a night working in a hustler club to support such a frivolous lifestyle. Six years in the industry left me tired and in need of a new life. On august 28 2007 I sobbed in my bathroom over my third positive pregnancy test. I was 23 years old and I was divorcing my junky musician husband. I had been drinking a lot, and obviously not taking enough precaution. Months later I have reached 38 weeks. I wont tell you I love my expanding body. I appreciate its ability to modify, adapt and produce human life. There isn’t a night that I don’t dream of fluidly moving my weightless form in one-way or another. This baby is the light at the end of my tunnel. Without it I would have never slowed down enough to find the man of my dreams, he would never have had the chance to show me what a little unconditional love could do. I look forward to the birth of our little boy/girl. To spread my new wings. Teach them and guide them in everything I myself fell short of. But most of all I cant wait to hold my little one in my arms and dance.

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