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. (more…)