𝒞𝒶𝓇𝒶 𝑀𝒾𝒶...

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ᴠɪᴄᴛᴏʀɪᴀ'ꜱ ᴘᴏᴠ :

When I was 7 years old, I started realizing that I was different from the other girls in my dance class. My dance teacher's comments about my body only amplified those feelings.

She would often criticize my weight and physique, comparing me to the other girls who seemed more "perfect" in her eyes.

As a young and impressionable child, those words cut deep, planting seeds of self-doubt and insecurity within me. Determined to fit the mold of what she deemed acceptable, I became obsessed with my weight and appearance.

Slowly, an eating disorder began to consume my life, as I engaged in unhealthy habits to achieve the unrealistic standards set before me.

Ballet, once my source of joy, had become entangled with a toxic mindset, pushing me further into a downward spiral.

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Now, at the age of 21, I find myself on a private plane to Italy, heading towards the renowned La Scala Theatre Ballet School after being offered the spot as their principal ballerina, alongside my two best friends, Samantha and Izabel.

They have been my pillars of support throughout the years, standing by me through thick and thin. Little do they know, however, that beneath the surface of excitement, I still carry the weight of my eating disorder.

As the plane soared through the clouds, I found myself drifting off to sleep, my mind consumed by dreams and worries. In the midst of a restless slumber, I suddenly felt a gentle shake and heard familiar voices calling my name.

"Wake up, Victoria! We're about to land," Samantha exclaimed, her voice filled with both excitement and urgency.

I slowly opened my eyes, squinting against the bright overhead lights, and saw Samantha and Izabel leaning over me, their expressions filled with concern.

Izabel gently shook my shoulder. "Hey, sleepyhead, time to wake up. We're almost there!"

Confusion washed over me as I blinked away the remnants of the dream that had entangled my thoughts. It took a moment for the realization to settle in-I had been lost in the realm of my imagination, the weight of my disorder and unspoken secrets temporarily forgotten.

"What... What happened?" I mumbled, still groggy from my interrupted sleep.

Samantha leaned closer, her voice softening with empathy. "You were tossing and turning, muttering something in your sleep. We got worried and tried to wake you up. Are you okay?"

I took a deep breath, trying to shake off the remnants of the dream and regain my composure. "Yeah, just a bad dream, I guess," I replied, attempting to mask the lingering unease in my voice.

Izabel's brow furrowed with concern. "Are you sure? You seemed really distressed. You know you can talk to us about anything, right?"

I felt a pang of guilt at their genuine concern, knowing I was still keeping my struggles hidden. I forced a smile, trying to alleviate their worries. "I know, It's nothing really. I'll be fine."

Samantha reached out and squeezed my hand gently. "We're here for you, Victoria. Always. Remember that."

Touched by their unwavering support, I nodded gratefully. "I know. And I'm grateful to have you both by my side."

As the plane descends, touching down on Italian soil, I take a deep breath, summoning the strength to face the challenges that lie ahead.

Look out La Scala Theatre Ballet School, I'm coming .