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The history of all dancers begins with the same desire: to dance. Just as all bodies are not the same, each artist’s path will depend on the challenges they have to face. For me, dance was never part of my journey. All I thought I had to do was study and be among the best at every endeavor I embarked upon, always.
So it was that I became the best in the written narrative courses that I took or the singing lessons that I attended for countless years of my childhood.
Discipline and excellence are the two pillars of my family history. That is, as long as it was related to a scientific university career. Whether it was music, sculpture, or sewing, creating something beautiful was destined for one’s private life. Perhaps it could be a hobby to which I could dedicate some of my remaining time.
That’s why my family is full of writers, musicians, poets, and singers who dedicated themselves entirely to other things. Isn’t that funny? When you understand that music, writing, poetry, and singing obey the same, equally complex laws as mathematics, physics, and chemistry, it is clear that prejudices are often full of contradictions. However, this isn’t a story about my family. It is a story about how many times we put up barriers that prevent us from being happy.
The fat sheep of the family:
I’ve been called fat ever since I can remember. Even before I was actually overweight, my family already called me fat. Their unspoken agreement was what set me apart from my other three sisters — I was the “chubby” one. As many of you know, with a “different” weight comes specific roles and expectations that you must fulfill and adhere to to go along with what others expect of you.
The accessible, smiling, friendly, and eager to please “fat person’s stereotypical image” is something that I will never fit into. I’ve always believed that I can do whatever I set my mind to accomplished. I have always thought that I must fight for what I think is fair. I’ve found that people tend to shy away from women who proudly flaunt their beliefs and standpoints on their sleeve.
I carried my convictions so far as to study Political Science, probably the most useful career when you are an idealist. I felt like I could be a society’s righteous…
