You know I don't do pity. And I respect you too much for that shit anyway. And you know I haven't walked in your shoes. Gymnastics is as close to ballet as I got, but even then the evil 4'11' pile of flesh that hated me pulled me out. I can giver her that. Nobody, especially white men, were going to degrade her daughter, that was her damn job.

I find love uncomfortable. Aside from my kids and husband, I'm cold as ice. I don't want to hear about love, I don't want professions of it and please don't touch me. Oh, and my dogs, forgot them, they get all the cuddles. I can't do people. I can't form relationships. I have my husband because he got in on the ground floor and is as damaged as me.

Just know, I kinda get it, kinda, not totally because, again, haven't danced or died in your shoes.