Pointe shoes. A reflection of me. They are used in the most intricate forms of ballet. The kind I am drawn towards. From a distance they make the dancer look fragile and elegant. Covered in silky, smooth satin and built to perfectly shape a pointed foot, but get close enough and you will wonder how dancers make it look so easy. Hard to the touch and with the ability to create calluses, bruises, and blisters, its basically a living hell. But that doesn't last for very long. The more they are stretched, bent, and danced in, the softer they will get. With this form of art if the shoe can't provide support it's almost useless. The same goes for me. My appearance may not tell the entire story. It can be very deceiving, but requires a closer look to get the right point of view. I can only be pushed so far until I reach my breaking point. I need to be handled with care and respect to remain sane. I am a reflection of my pointe shoes