It’s official. I am now a real dancer. I have had my first ballet-related injury.
No, it’s not my foot or ankle, not my knees or even my thumb (which both my husband and sister guessed). This evening in class, I injured . . . my forehead.
Just a little cut right by my hairline, but it did start leaking blood while we were going across the floor. Madame pointed it out (since I had no idea – in the dancing zone, you know!), I wiped it up, slapped a Band-Aid on, and finished class. I have no idea what I did. All I know is I am a Ballet Bad Ass!
My sister is telling everyone I was in a barre fight. 😁