The silk pink ribbons wrapped around my ankles. I stood with my shoulders down, one hand gently placed on the wooden barre at the studio. I tried to go fully onto the toe box of my pointe shoes, but my feet still hurt. The pain continued as I proceeded to follow the instructed steps. What should have been more simple felt impossible for my body. I was only seventeen, had already danced en pointe for over a year. Though turns and combinations in center I never could master. An

When I was nineteen, I participated in a research study on chronic pain and art. It was conducted remotely through a university in California. The topic interested me as someone who lives with chronic pain and is passionate about the arts. From there, I sent a brief email to one of the students in the psychology department. After some emails back and forth on scheduling, I had a short interview. This was one of the first times I shared openly about my CMT with someone that

I was hesitant to share this blog post. This is something that I've been struggling with deeply over the last few months. But I was...

I'm a dancer. Some say I was born to be a dancer. I like to think of this passion as a gift God blessed me with. A visual art that...