Ballet is wonderful. Discovering it as an adult is awesome – mostly. Because there are some aspects of ballet that really, REALLY make me wish I was one of those seven year olds running around in tights and tutus rather than an average 30-year-old trying to remember the difference between en dedan and en dehors.
Today, that frustrating aspect of ballet happens to be leotards. Specifically, achingly pretty leotards that I cannot wear.
I know I have limitations as far as dancewear. Most leotard sizing assumes I am a pre-pubescent teenager of average height with no curves to speak of. I am, in fact, an adult woman of normal size and shape. I am by no means fat. But I am certainly not ordering size small (or medium for that matter!) leotards. I am much taller that most dancers at 5’10”. I have a sizable chest. I have – gasp! – hips.
I’m pretty happy with my body, and I work pretty hard to keep it in shape. I like the way I look in a fitted dress or a great pair of jeans . . . but most leotards make me look a bit frumpy. I steer clear of camisoles (too much bounce/not enough coverage for the girls!), and stick with halter and tank leos. And my leotard collection is decidedly black, for obviously slimming reasons.
But then I saw this beauty online and before I knew what had happened, it was in my mailbox.
I knew it had no built-in support or lining. I knew it was too high cut (you can see her hip bone!!). I knew the zipper front was a disaster waiting to happen for anyone with actual breasts.
But see how pretty?!?
I’ll be returning it. I guess this adult beginner isn’t meant for fancy colors and lace.