As a child, I loved running into my parents’ bedroom the morning after they had attended a ballet performance. I would pepper them with questions and dream of the day that I might be able to be on stage like the ballerinas I idealized.
I pored over fashion magazines. In the grocery store checkout aisle and at the physical therapist’s office waiting for my mom to pick me up, I flipped through pages of long, thin limbs and tips for obtaining the most flattering wardrobe and an ideal body.

