Pictures do you a world of good. They don't only stroke your vanity (there, I've confessed) but they help bring you inspiration and encouragement and help you improve yourself especially when you're a beginner at ballet where you should begin at the age of 9 not 19.

I took a couple more shots of my feet tonight, being urged on by pretty "broken" shanks on my pointes that now cooperate with me.

Here's a non-turned-out coup-de-pied. I couldn't hold my turn-out on pointes when I first worked on my pointes. Plus, the shank is all-new and hasn't broken in.


Here's a coup-de-pied that has shows me I have more turn-out this time. But it tells me my turn-out needs more work. The shank is friendlier.



A etrechat that shows I have to go over more and I keep bending my knees.


A full shot that tells me where I need to improve: arms are crazy, knees and thighs aren't pulled up, I'm slouching, I'm leaning back, and my eyeline is low. Well, I was just warming up...





I just liked that one. Bad turn-out though. Heck.

My favorite for this shoot. That's me in fifth, from a weird angle. I have this weird thing with my arm though. I think that's fat.