Food

I have often thought that life would be so much easier if I were anorexic. Don't get me wrong, I'm not, as anyone who's seen me eat pizza will testify to. Seriously, think about it. I'd never have to pack a lunch, be super skinny, and wouldn't end up spending all my money on breadsticks at the Dominoes next to the studio. Aside from the whole starving to death part, it's not a bad deal. Fasting could be a good compromise. It's almost a pity that I don't have the self-control for it. I mention this because, once again, I forgot to bring a lunch, and it looks like I won't get home until about 9:00 tonight. I'll probably end up shelling out a couple bucks at the Carls Jr. across the street from the school come lunchtime, unless I have homework to do then instead. I think my priorities may be askew, but that's life.
It's a commonly known fact that ballet dancers are, like, twice as likely to develop an eating disorder. You try wearing skintight clothes and standing in a room full of mirrors every day and see how you feel about yourself. What's worse, we are taught to critique ourselves throughout the whole class. That's why the mirrors are there in the first place. Plus, ballet really only looks good on 90-pound, flat-chested girls who never have to wear a bra with their leotard and have slightly large, perfectly arched feet with toes all the same length. (Guys don't have as many qualifications.) I don't have any of these qualities. But I dance anyway. I eat like there's no tomorrow despite everything. The way I see it, I'm fine the way I am. I'll never be that model dancer, so there's no use worrying about it and getting all neurotic. It might be too late to avoid the neurosis, though.
On the other hand, there's another model I do try to imitate. Again, I know I can never come close to this personification of all things people should be, but in this case, I try to the best of my ability. (You see where I'm going with this?) The word Christian literally means "Little Christ". We are a body of Christ-imitators. I think the Church with a big C has lost this idea. Christianity has become a club of sorts. To get in, you have to have the same political beliefs, wear the right kind of clothes, and live a certain way. I imagine that Jesus will have some choice words for the institution of Church and its proponents when he gets back.