From the old me to my new reflection.

“Mirror, mirror on the wall. What is the recipe to be a noble queen?”

“Stretch on a ballet barre. Stand on toes with your arrogantly chin high until nails are almost flipped up. Get two girls to hold your “earthquake-shaking” legs to keep you from giving up, and a teacher to push your butt forward to keep your body straight. “Stop yelling like a chicken. Look straight to the mirror and beam for me” - you are forced to smile even when your pelvis is in pain. And then your face will turn into a yawning bulldog!”

“A yawning bulldog?”

“Oh, be patient! It is just the first period of transformation. After the intense pain, you will roll on the dance floor like a worm, but, believe me, with the most cheery giggle. You beam is a normal reaction, because you are the winner in the competition with your own self. You will wish to start over again.

Day by day, this beam will make you a queen. Because the real queen doesn’t fight her pain, she dances with it and dances through it. And my dear, look at you in the mirror. You’ve already a queen. ”