What Fit Looks Like: A Black Woman’s Journey
I tried to fit into someone else’s standard of beauty for too long. Now I’m creating my ownI have an unhealthy obsession with mirrors. It started when I was a teenager taking dance classes at first one, then two, then three different studios. Ballet, tap, jazz, modern, acrobatics — I did it allIn the beginning, it was fun. I did it for the love of the art form and for the friends I madeBut somewhere around the age of 14, I began to take it more seriously and see it as a possible career — a future where I could combine my love for the performing arts with my love for writing. By 18, I decided I wanted to major in dance and English so I could write and choreograph musicals. But I had a secret. I wasn’t healthy. I was purging to keep my weight down ahead of every major performance, audition, or anytime the scale crept up higher than my likingIt’s no secret that the dance world has historically elevated a standard of beauty and fitness that’s unattainable for many — and for Black girls, e...