Tutus are the rage and I almost quit ballet because I was wearing those practice tutus that stunk of body odor from the others who’d worn that costume, year after year before me. My mom encouraged me to stick with it and she said that if I showed any real talent that she would buy me my own. My mom was never a dancer when she was young, so she doesn’t know the difference between a pancake, platter, powder puff or a bell tutu. The other dancers will have the pancake style, but my mom got me this platter style.
Written for Bikurgurl 100 Word Wednesday Writing Challenge: Week 57.