My physio said this to me in my last appointment whilst he was trying to free up some movement in my impinged ankle. I have to admit, it made me feel a bit weird.
I mentioned it a couple of days later to one of my teachers, who looked at me like I’d gone mad and said “but you *are* a ballet dancer”.
I protested on both occasions. Because I’m not. Or am I?
Instinctively I define myself by my day job, the thing I do between 9 and 5 that pays the bills and ballet lessons and pointe shoes and dancewear…
Ballet is my hobby. It’s something I do in my free time. It’s something I fell in love with. It’s something I can’t not do.
But I’m not a ballet dancer. I’m a [my day job] who happens to also take ballet lessons. And I just happen to have an injury that is typical to ballet dancers.
Essentially I don’t know how I feel about being defined as a dancer by somebody else.
But I wonder, at what point do you become a dancer?