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.