I want to be a dancer. More specifically, I want to be a contemporary ballet dancer. I want to show people the emotion and delicacy put behind each move, gesture, and expression. I want to show the world the beautiful art of dance. I want to show the world that dance is an art form that requires extensive talent, practice, hard work, and dedication. All I ever want to do is dance, but there is only one issue: I am a man.
Ever since I was a child, my increasing interest in dance led me to witness the harsh reality of society and its unfair stereotypes. My parents have taken me to intense counseling for over nine years in order to relieve me of my burning passion towards dance. I would find ways to watch dance shows when I went to my friends' houses. I would even walk 10 miles to watch a dance class every week. My parents were so frustrated with me and my resiliency to dance that they once told me that they were willing to chop off my legs if it would stop me from dancing. I guess I understand them. Although I would "go to hell" to pursue my passion for dance, my parents are right (Twain 225). Dance is for girls. I should be concentrating my efforts towards school instead of wasting my energy towards dancing. I should be working at a job. I should be working hard to attain a stronger role in society. Why; because I am a man.
I want to be a dancer. More specifically, I want to be a contemporary ballet dancer. I want to show people the emotion and delicacy put behind each move, gesture, and expression. I want to show the world the beautiful art of dance. I want to show the world that dance is an art form that requires extensive talent, practice, hard work, and dedication. All I ever want to do is dance, but there is only one issue: I am a man.
Ever since I was a child, my increasing interest in dance led me to witness the harsh reality of society and its unfair stereotypes. My parents have taken me to intense counseling for over nine years in order to relieve me of my burning passion towards dance. I would find ways to watch dance shows when I went to my friends' houses. I would even walk 10 miles to watch a dance class every week. My parents were so frustrated with me and my resiliency to dance that they once told me that they were willing to chop off my legs if it would stop me from dancing. I guess I understand them. Although I would "go to hell" to pursue my passion for dance, my parents are right (Twain 225). Dance is for girls. I should be concentrating my efforts towards school instead of wasting my energy towards dancing. I should be working at a job. I should be working hard to attain a stronger role in society. Why; because I am a man.
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