Image: Dimity getting bendy at Barre Body (supplied)
I am ten years old. I am sitting with my dance class watching the tape of last night’s performance.
I am ready for everyone to see just how brilliant I am. There will be talent scouts calling me and inviting me to the Royal Academy of Awesome Dancers soon.
Then the tape starts. I watch my hands awkwardly clap a beat after everyone else’s. I watch my limp arms attempt to be graceful before they give up and flop next to my body.
“Oh my god,” I think, “I’m terrible.”
And with that the dream was over. Although more than a decade on, I still feel like there is a dancing void I need to fill.
Enter: Barre Body.
A combination of Pilates, yoga and ballet where I don’t have to be able to touch my toes to participate? Done and done.
The first class I did was, put simply, bloody hard. I underestimated just how much a slight bend in my legs (that us professional barre body-ers call a ‘plie’) could hurt. That was two years ago. I then dabbled in Barre Body on and off, but six weeks ago, I went to the Australian Ballet. My baby dancing ambition was once again reignited.
Now, I will pass on my wisdom to everyone who, like me, still kind of believes they have a future as a ballerina, and just needs to get one pointe foot in the door, but has a whole lot of reasons why they can’t get started.
"I don’t have time to exercise because WORK and RESPONSIBILITIES"
Nice excuse, I used this one too.
The only time I could find to do a class was 6:45am, before work. To do this I had to wake up at 6am each day. That is waking up in pitch black darkness. Birds do not rise this early. There were a few things that helped me get out of bed, though.