the story of a girl

"i hear fits of cursing which altered oddly with what sounded like bursts of sedemented song" - picasso

there once was a girl. she loved all the things around her. and she thought she could do anything. she wanted to be a ballerina, because of all the things she loved, that was the one she loved that the most. one day she decided. this is the day i dance. she looked out into the world of beautiful dancers. they were golden ribbons. she went to put on her slippers only to find she had elephant legs. the walls closed in.