Clémence Poésy - Madame Figaro - August 2014
Dress for Sale!
Gavin made for the 2012 NAN’s, in immaculate condition! It has only been worn 6 times because I was injured/sick during 2013 and then outgrew it! It is so comfortable to dance in, looks great on stage and doesn’t have a single crystal missing!
Message me on tumblr or Facebook for measurements and price, and please reblog :)
Cheeky reminder that my dress is still for sale!
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Photograph by Juergen Teller; styled by Felicia Garcia-Rivera; W magazine May 2014.
reeljighornpipe said: (Part 2) because it's a lot of work! But you'll never not be a dancer! And i think you'll feel like a dancer when you're studying for that test. Don't lose hope and don't lose yourself in fear or anxiety please! Embrace your past as a competitive dancer and embrace your future as a retired dancer and someday probably irish dance teacher! Even though it's hard in the end it all makes sense. Often we don't know it in that moment, but later things always turn out to be the best they can be!
Thank you so much for those supportive words! Right now, studying for my TCRG would be quite impossible as I’m taking a full university course load so without training I will personally out of the dance world for a bit and that’s what I’m having a hard time with.
It can sometimes be easy to say that dance will always be possible if you make room for it, but it isn’t always the case. Sometimes real life interrupts and takes you away from it. I don’t mean permanently, but for a little while.
Thank you again!
that-redhaired-lass said: Hi I just saw your post about your dance struggles and let me say I am sitting with tears in my eyes for you. While I'm not very good with words I want you to know I'm here if you need to talk and I'm sure many others here on tumblr are here to offer their support. ❤️
Woah I am both deeply moved and sorry I made you tear up!!
Thank you so much for this sweet message, it means the world. This pseudo-transition stage is not something I’m comfortable with but your support means so much <3
Well I am in need of a little support. I’ve learned that my foot injury will prevent me from competing at my Oireachtas, which subsequently means that my dance career will not get its “Worlds on home turf” ending that I have been dreaming of and working towards.
Back in February, I tore two ligaments around my big toe and damaged the toe joint in my right foot. I was on crutches and slowly got back to dance just in time to compete at my first worlds. It looked like I was making a full recovery.
Two weeks before NAIDC, not only did the injury come back, but I had also done the same thing to my left foot. In the last month and a half that I have been off, the left foot has healed but the right has only worsened.
So here comes my plea for kind words, wishes of patience and maybe just a cyber hug: I don’t know if I’ll compete again.
My plan was always to end at Montreal 2015, I mean what greater way to cap off 15 years of competing than with my own region hosting Worlds for the very first time?! I could then possibly go onto shows and definitely study for my TCRG.
It looks like that dream will have to be put to the side because my feet are not and will not be healthy enough to train this fall, and not for a long time after that.
More than anything, I’m struggling with the idea of not being ‘Emily the dancer’ anymore. I have proudly been that person since a precocious six-year-old skipped into her first Irish dance class 14 years ago after deeming ballet a little too slow for an energetic gal like me. I gladly gave up my free time and social life for dance. I didn’t mind having to say “sorry I can’t, I have dance”. Dance has been my life. After my brother died when I was 15, dance became my therapy. The studio was a safe place I could go, away from the cloud of sadness that seemed to perpetually follow me. My dance teachers and the dance families rallied around me and supported me. They understood that this was my way of healing.
Dance continued to be my happy place. A place of expression, creativity and a place where the outside world couldn’t get me. The place that gave me the name ‘Emily the dancer’.
So now, who am I and what do I do if I’m not ‘Emily the dancer’?