[vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]The tank top didn’t look right under my leotard. None of them, all three I tried in vain. They were bunchy. The other girls’ had looked … different. But why? Eleven years old I stared at myself in the mirror trying to decode how to look like the older girls in my ballet class. Swap ballet with school or church and didn't you try too? Explaining to my mom wasn’t helpful. She apparently didn’t know anything about cool girl ballet