Dance Dance Evolution
I am often told that I look like a ballerina. By that, I mean that one time someone saw me wearing tights and slurred drunkenly that I looked like a nutcracker—but I like to cling to that moment as evidence of my undeniable elegance. Sometimes, when people don’t ask, I like to tell them: a graceful strength like mine is something you’re born with, but it dies unless you cultivate it. And then they don’t ask me, Sofia, how did you cultivate this God–given talent? And I tell them, well, friends, my artistic development as a dancer was like a candle burning bright in the long darkness of my tweenage years.