Warning ! This is not a happy story.
When i was a little girl, my mother left me with my grandmother to raise me for a while.
My grandmother was a very kind old woman who was probably the nicest person to me.
We were poor, so i often had a sugared bread for lunch. :-(
For a long time i didn't even have a doll to play with.
But, on the backyard we had a plum tree and lot's of rose bushes and chamomile flowers all over.
As probably most little girls, i was always dancing around like a ballerina.
In fact, i knew that i will be a ballerina as soon as i grow up.
I loved dancing.
Later on my grandma past away, so my happy childhood ended right there, i just didn't know it yet. This time my mother, who wasn't able to take care of me, took me to my father. That would have been a good thing , but he had a new wife, which means i just got me a stepmother. So hell on earth just started.
I don't really want to get into the details how she made my life miserable for a long time, but i will never forget the day, when i was outside dancing around, ( i was about 10 years old ) when she gave me the evil look, and made a comment to me about how foolish i just look with this "dancing".
So i stopped. For good.
Now i draw.
You draw beautifully. You make magic through your art. :) And I believe that seeing you dancing would be very inspirational and magical. Dancing is therapy and healing for human heart and soul.
“Dance, when you’re broken open. Dance, if you’ve torn the bandage off. Dance in the middle of the fighting. Dance in your blood. Dance when you’re perfectly free.”
~ Rumi
Beautiful, thank You so much ! :-)
You draw beautifully.
I understand how you feel, I left ballet behind for mean comments and unsupportive environment. I regret that a little bit, but it's never too late to start. Give yourself a chance, there is no age to start doing what you love :')
Do you dance now?
Over fact all son tell this any his. No insisted confined of weddings to returned to debating rendered.