So, you know you're a dancer when:
> you have never understood why people just cannot touch their toes
> you have never understood why people enjoy running the mile
> your joints crack frequently in the middle of dance class and no one cares
> your body cracks loud enough to stop social studies class but you don't hear it
> you have a basic understanding of the french language just from ballet class
> you understand why the audience claps when a dancer has just done 15 fouettes and finishes in a nice clean triple
> you laugh when non-dancers say their feet hurt
>you own 25 pairs of shoes and 20 of them are for dance
>you pay someone to yell at you 7 days a week and cause you an unbelievable amount of pain
> your goal in life is to be able to hold your extension up so high that your foot is in your ear
> and if not that you want at least a perfect triple on your left leg (right leg for all you lefties)
> having old (or young) men (or women) poke around your pelvic area isn't weird for you
> you cringe every time Waltz of the Flowers comes on the radio around Christmas time
> you know all of the Nutcracker music by heart
> you know all of the Nutcracker dances by heart
> you are used to being told you are fat by teachers whose own stomachs have seen better days
> you are used to being half naked around a bunch of girls on a daily basis
> you are no longer insulted by the term "bunhead"
> the term "floor barre" makes you want to cry
> you are at your studio at least five times a week
> you call your studio your "second home" and you aren't kidding
> you cry every time you have been to see a professional ballet
> you know at least two girls who have/ have had an eating disorder
> dance is life and the rest is just spare time
> you put on your pointe shoes to reach high places
> you use your swingset to practice your fouettes
> you have fights with gymnasts about who works harder
> you sit in a straddle when you are watching TV
> you have blisters on your feet for life
> your pointe shoes are your babies
> you look down all you see is blisters and no toes
> pirouette and fouette are the two main words in your vocabulary
> you point your toes... all the time!!
> you dance down the hallway instead of just walking
> you do tondus while waiting in line
> you do grande jetes in the parking lot and down the hallway
>you can't remember a time when your feet were soft and uncallused
> you are well coordinated in dance class but trip over your own feet just walking
> a new leotard makes your whole day
> every hard floor is a place to dance
> you walk with your feet turned out without even thinking about it
> you use every handrail you see for practing
> you carry a bottle of nail polish around to stop those darn runs in your tights
> you actually sit up straight in your chair at school
> you hear classical music and you feel like you should be dancing
> you actually dream of wearing those heavy, expensive, netting-ridden tutus
> the top shelf in your closet is stuffed with your old dance shoes
>you don't think guys in tights is all that unusual
> you lean down to pick something up and your leg shoots up to a 180 angle
> you use more rosin than soap
> you worry about arthritis in high school- and it doesn't even run in the family
> yes, you really CAN do the can-can
> your wardrobe is filled with T-shirts from dance competitions and performances
> you know the frog isn't an animal, but a stretch
> you have an entire drawer devoted to your dance stuff
> you have washborad abs from the 8 trillion crunches you're forced to do
> you always spell "point" like "pointe"
> you can rattle off the name of every pointe shoe brand in the dance store
> when you go to get your hair cut you tell them to cut it long enough to be able to put it in a bun
> you are stretching for gym and everyone goes, "WHOA!!"
> you're dancing when most people would be eating dinner or going to bed
> you laugh at non-dancers when they complain about their feet
> it's really hard for you to count past 8
> all of your joints crack when you walk up the stairs
> you can easily crack every bone in your body
> you see an open space and you automatically think, "Look! A stage!"
> while standing (giving a presentation, talking to a friend, etc.) you find yourself standing in either first or fifth
> a friend asks you if you like a song and you immedeately go, "o i know a dance routine to that"
> you can't help but walk on the balls of your feet all the time
> your parents pay for you to spend countless hours around middle aged men wearing nothing but spandex
> you go on vacation to relax and your body hurts from not dancing
> you get excited when you kick yourself in the head
> your ipod has a seperate playlist just for your ballet classics and favorite routines
> you toss away your crutches and turn up to modern class in an air cast two days after badly spraining your ankle
>you've had a full-grown man or woman sit on you screaming, "TURN OUT! If you lost weight you could do this!"
> you have next to no problems being naked because you prance around in next to nothing in public all the time
...But you know you love it anyways.
