October 14, 2013
Her legs are so long they look like they're dangling from brass fasteners affixed to her shoulders like a Hallowe'en skeleton decoration. Her eyelashes would cause Liza Minelli to shoot daggers. Her nose is as tiny as Wilma Flintstone's. She's holding onto the subway pole in second position, wanting everyone to recognize her as a ballet student. She sneers at a chunky girl seated several feet away. A woman, obviously her mom, stands next to her, the same height and about 80 pounds heavier. I snicker to myself, envisioning Little Miss Ballet Barre 25 years and 80 pounds from now.