I am a dancer. I complain endlessly after class about being hungry. I fall asleep at my studio during long rehearsal days. I study my heart out between classes so I don’t fail school. I sew pointe shoes till my fingers are numb, and I have a better relationship with my dance teachers than with my mom. But. You know what. I would never change any of that, for anything in the world. Why? Because dance is my life.