That time I did ballet...

I just did an adult ballet class.

While you have that mental image in place, let me back it up...

Julia and I decided that we are going to try different workout classes (look out aerial yoga) and we decided to first try ballet, because there's a studio a few blocks away and they offer introductory classes to adults. 

So before the class we met at the corner diner for breakfast with one of Julia's friends. I ordered french toast with strawberries and the guy brings out my plate (keep in mind they both ordered pancakes with bacon and what not), looks at me, laughs, and says "Diet!" I was like say what? Did he just tell me I need to diet? And then later, I ate my french toast and he takes my empty plate and says "Wow!" and laughs again. Seriously dude? Julia and Claire ate their ish, but he made no comment. Like I know I'm chubby, painfully aware, but really? And yesterday I had felt really good about myself. Whatevs diner man. 

So we went to this introductory class. I was hoping that it would be a bunch of older overweight women - nope. I was the largest person in there, and my boobs looked MASSIVE compared to the others. Of course I'm wearing this highlighter pink shirt so I'm painfully obvious to everyone around, as the hippo trying to plie.  

It wasn't terrible. But I'm pretty sure the instructor thought I was mildly mentally handicapped. She would try to correct me at times, but when there was like fancy footwork I think she just didn't bother, because I was concentrating so hard. She corrected everyone at least once, so I don't feel terrible about it. But there were times when she was addressing the class to fix something and it's like she was directing it at me and making eye contact with me in the mirror. I suck. So much shame. 

I will say, with the right posture, I looked okay. Like I felt mildly okay about myself. I would do it again, but I seriously have never felt so large. So next time it's all black. 

I'm telling myself...