17/05/2024
One of the kindest things my teacher ever told me was that I wouldn't be a ballet dancer.
Let me explain...
The conversation went like this, "Tressa, I'm sorrry. I know you want this but your feet just aren't good enough."
This may sound harsh, but she was also very correct. My feet weren't good enough, still aren't and never will be. That is a fact. I do not have the highly arched feet that are required of ballet.
I say it was kind because she wasn't speaking to be cruel and mean or to destroy my dreams (though at the time it felt like all of those), but she was speaking to manage my expectations, to give me context and to allow me to develop what I could realistically hope for. Which was a career in dance, just not as a ballerina.
As devastating as it was, it would have been easier for her to allow me to continue to believe I'd be hired by any reputable ballet company. That would have been true devastation for me farther down the line.
Because she had the hard conversation and told me the truth I was able to find a real home for myself in contemporary dance where I'd belonged the whole time. I doubt I'd have been as open to the style if she hadn't talked to me with such truth.
It's kinder to be truthful, even if the truth sometimes hurts.