The dance isn’t one you expected to know. It was a dance you didn’t even know existed until it was shown to you and you woke up from the dream.
It was as if the ribbons were cut away from your eyes, and your hair as it all fell to the floor under the attack of the scissors, that you realized it all, like a complete flash of lightning.
You can dance along with the dance and not make waves, or you can start your own dance and lead others.
Will you drop your ribbons and fake smiles and take up the cause?
Or will you forever be viewed as a little girl?
Puberty is waiting for you.