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My legs are cramped up. Getting used to two hours of dance a day is no joke. Plus I dislocated my toe again. The second toe on each foot is longer than the first, so it's always getting bashed up. So I'm leaning against the wall popping my toe back into the socket, and all the guy I'm dancing with can think to comment on is my callouses! Dancers do NOT have pretty feet. Period. Between ballroom (3 in. heels), latin (4 in. heels), and modern (without paws) my feet are not my most dainty looking body part.
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Originally Posted by Joker_in_the_Pack
At some point, you need to look yourself in the mirror and realize that what other people did to you does not define you as a person. You and your actions define who you are as a person. It's up to you to be a good person, in spite of all the evil you've faced. In fact, it should be because of the evil you see that it's good you do. Be the change you want in the world. Next time someone tells me that they're an asshole because they've had a bad life, I'm stabbing them in the eye with a spork.
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