In a lot of ways, I didn't want to find myself walking out of my newly joined dance classes smiling. I try to stop myself. Deep down, I wanted to hate myself for quitting cheer. I wanted to regret giving up my team and uniform as well as the only slight progress I had made in trying to fit in at my gym. I wanted to feel bad for my mother screaming at me for quitting and be upset that I'm stuck trying to come up with the money for dance myself. I...
