Hi! My name is Percy. Some call me purdy Percy because they remember me from my ballet recitals. My favorite color is electric blue. I’ll dance so gracefully upright for you! Complete with a romantic pink wrap, I come designed to entice. It’s awesomely sweet when we can play nice. When people look at me with all of my gentleness and grace, it moves them from their familiar place. I’m happy to provide an escape clause for them. It’s a way out of their own contract and I gladly perform the deed. Somehow, it makes them happier. It’s how we all succeed. On stage, it seems as though my movements happen effortlessly when I really practiced them relentlessly. Children are always excited too. Little girls say, ‘I wanna be like you!’ But they hardly know all the strain behind the scenes. It’s so much of a sacrifice, they have no idea. Still, I smile at them to give them courage. Maybe the worst part about being a ballerina is the discipline of my diet. I get so hungry. But, like anything in life, I get used to it and try not to think of it as a deprivation. God bless Lizzy Howell! She’s breaking up the stereotypes connected to dance. It’s her spirit inside dancing for herself and I think that’s beautiful! People need to feel a certain joy springing up from within…a passion, mind you. If the activities they choose don’t provide some sense of accomplishment or fulfillment, then maybe other activities will. Seems to me that whatever you liked doing while little is the same thing you like when you’re fully grown…even as a hobby rather than a job. It’s important for people to try. Don’t worry so much about other people who seem to be haters. As long as they have lips, they’re gonna talk. One more piece of advice that my pseudo Mom always told me is: ‘There is no such word as ‘can’t’! Now I’ll leave you with one more thought. Be respectful of your Barbies and Kens while donating them. Leave them better than how you may have found them…with clothes ON!
Mahalo! (Thank You!)