This fucking pink ballet skirt...

When I was 3 years old, my mother made me join a dance class...
She did because she had a lot of fun shooting me in my pink ballet skirt.
But as she is definitely the less objective mother in the world, she also did it thinking I would surely become a top dancer.

I tried. I failed.

All I won as a dance competition is a "shake-your-ass-battle" in a very ghetto night club, which is no that glorious when you know I have a fatty pum pum...
Anyway, all this to say something like this never happened with my body.

Thanks God, there are still some pics to recomfort mummy...