balletcore isn't always pretty. 90% of the time it is ordering pain killers from amazon and going into debt over expedited shipping because you're not getting paid shit. real balletcore is falling in love with your friend that you are forced to look at in a leotard and tights every single fucking day. and you love them but they are infatuated with the boys in the ballet. it is holding your breath when measurements are taken to make sure you look absolutely perfect in that corset pancake tutu. ballet is praying you don't start bleeding from any point that has been on stage, and it is the smell of hairpray and the stink of pointe shoes that should be retired already but you paid over a hundred dollars per pair so they can't be dead yet, right? as a ballet dancer myself, i can tell you for a fact that the 10% of time when you're actually on the stage and all is well and your mind is at peace is easily reduced to .5% as soon as you feel that the lights are too bright or there's mascara in your eye or that one girl you are in love with walks out with a tiara on her head and you wish you could kiss her but you know that it could never be.
balletcore is messy and bloody and yeah it's fucking romanticized it's how we still show up everyday.
