The Dance Major scale phobia saga continues…
And now, Part Three:
After the first shock of seeing everyone being weighed my freshman year, I almost got used to the concept. Three times a semester, we’d all line up and hop onto the scale, hoping that the number wasn’t high enough to get our ballet grade docked or get kicked out of company.
I was fine with my weigh-ins during freshman year. I didn’t gain any weight and didn’t give enough of a shit to try and lose any weight to please the department.
Then when I was gone doing summer stock the summer after my freshman year, I got a letter in the mail. They wanted my weight to go down ten pounds from where it had been, which was my audition weight. I was a little confused. If they had accepted me at my weight, why would I be too big now? And not to sound like a snot, but I was already pretty tiny.
But I didn’t want to lose my scholarship so I bravely gave up chocolate and salad dressing and lost a few pounds. Not the whole ten pounds, but as much as I could while still eating three meals a day. So I figured I would be fine.
I did my first sophomore weigh-in, and the next time I saw my file, I saw a big ole WP in the corner. I spent a few hours trying to figure out what WP might mean. Wonder Person. Wanting Personality. White Person? Wednesday Pilates?
It meant weight problem. On my academic transcript I had been forever marked as a weight problem. Right next to my US History grade. Weight Problem to follow me through my academic career.