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Autobiography
Becoming Me
The instructions were vague
It was almost fifty years ago when I first decided to make being beautiful my career. My chosen path would be the music, the magic, and the mirrors —this is what led me to lead and follow.
“God, I’m a dancer! A dancer dances!” A Chorus Line, 1975
I never met a professional dancer who was not beautiful on the floor. The training is visible inside every movement and the creation of each impressive line. A professional dancer expresses the music and its timing with exactitude, emotion, and purpose — making it all look so effortless.
For more than forty years I was a full-time professional ballroom and stage dancer, my proof of a valued existence was seeing myself in the mirror looking flawless and perfect in every way.
Off the floor was another story.
This is who I was and still am. I will remain a dancer till the day I die and a lover of music as long as I can hear a note inside my head. Now, after many decades, I can look back and see how I became me.
