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Since I was a little girl, I dreamt of becoming a prima ballerina. Obsessed, I immersed myself with books, magazines, movies… I would wear my hair up in a bun, I took classes in the Upper West Side. But I never saw another student with my shapely frame of 5′4″, full lips, dark hair and eyes. I was surrounded by tall, blonde, light-eyed students. I never made it as a prima ballerina after all my lessons, and my dance world filtered the unhappiness...