Little Talk

I blame it on the dancing.

What? 

The need to control, to constantly remain composed. To hide any hurt or pain and to be beautiful, always. 

You know what I've found to be a suitable, perhaps superior replacement?

What?

Yoga. 

I'm teacher's pet in class. Which is bad for those other issues. But I feel safe as our eyes lock in the mirror and I recognize approval. I can look as shitty as I feel. I can breathe and realize what those feelings truly are. And I can be ugly ugly ugly. Because it doesn't matter. The inside is becoming beautiful.