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I remember sitting in the butterfly pose on the gym floor of the elementary school. I was wearing a pink leotard with a floral diamond embellishment on the chest and a pink tutu circled my 4-year-old waist. It was my first ballet class. The ballet teacher towered over us as she walked in between us. She stopped at me and made a brusque corrective comment, pushed down on my legs to deepen my stretch, and with her hands she not only firmly pushed down my legs but my spirit, too. I felt scared and ashamed by what I felt to