From the time I was conceived, I moved angelically and flawlessly as a dancer. My mother has told me, that I exited her womb with great ease and fluid movement. It was no wonder that while growing up, I gave all of myself to music and dance.
During my early childhood years, I was always shy and to myself. I had an extremely low self-esteem and many problems trying to express myself. I was a beautiful undiscovered rose that wanted to blossom but unfortunately, could not. Something was always holding me back. Once I was placed in dance school, a new world opened up for me. I would shed all my inhibitions and would suddenly thrive on the attention that I received while performing. I had a glimpse of how free dancing made me feel. I felt as free as a bird and being there did that for me. I wanted so badly to just take it all in and not just dance but become the ultimate dancer.
Between the tender age of two, to the terrifying age of sixteen, I enveloped myself in dance. It was my only escape from my mundane life. No one could understand my desire or passion. I was a straight A student, an athlete, and the model teenage daughter. I had friends in all different groups and was somewhat popular. However, none of that mattered to me at all. When I was on stage performing, I owned that stage. I owned the music, the choreography, and the audience. There was not a single person who could come down and penetrate my world. I did not have to worry about being anything except being myself. There was not anyone whom I needed to impress but me. No one to knock me down or put me up on a pedestal where I did not want to be. .
Dance was the only thing in my life that would never let me down or judge me. It was my friend, my lover, my comforter, and my companion. It let me express myself whenever needed and always prompted me to keep going. Finally I grew into myself. For the first time, at age seventeen, I accepted all my little idiosyncrancies and myself.