There’s a little story I have to tell here. Lian and I quasi-fought over these photos and others taken like them — invariably I would clinch what I thought to be a golden shot, and her response would be something guarded, reluctant, picking out the problems in her posture and her stance in the body-conscious manner that only a dancer has.
I have admired dancers for as long as I can remember; being rather gangly and clumsy myself, there is no denying the allure of exquisite contortions, of poise within posture. The self-discipline, the ambition, the determination; all that also enviable. So it was baffling to me that I had to explain to Lian how lovely these were. She pointed out to me, rather wisely, that her reaction was no different from mine concerning my music (I realized very quickly how right she was).
I suppose my point here is that for some people, the highest expectations they have to meet are their own. And that can be exhausting and discouraging sometimes. So (not to sound preachy, but) please, please take the time to encourage people and nudge them along a different perspective path. Sometimes they need that.
And hey, she does look pretty awe-striking, doesn’t she? [x]
[falls on the ground and dies] [also resists the urge to comment] (GUYS WHAT OH MY GOODNESS PAOLA YOU ARE SO LOVELY