The Social Experience of a Minority Dancer

“5 6 7 8…and up!…hit, HOLD…reach…and down!…no, no, NO don’t tuck!…yes good, better.” I would hear these words for at least 3 hours everyday ever since I was six years old. As my sweaty black leotard and tights stuck to my body like a second skin, I focused on nothing else but the space aroundContinue reading “The Social Experience of a Minority Dancer”