When I was growing up, every morning before school you’d find me in my family’s garage doing my pliés (knee bends in ballet) at my little barre. I could easily dance and move for hours. That feeling of joy and energy from being active led me to become a professional dancer, dancing around the world, doing the cancan at casinos and performing in chorus lines on cruise ships.
Life took an unexpected turn in 2008. Despite my love for movement, I found myself unable to engage in the very activity that had always brought me happiness. I had a beautiful baby and a
