Puking on Your Tutu (Or What Keeps You From Making Your Mark)

(This is one of my favorite guest posts, written for {grow}.)I puked on my tutu just before I was supposed to dance with the fairies in my first recital.My mom took me, and my tutu, home in disgrace. This was my first episode with humiliation. I can still remember the feeling of all those eyes as a path was cleared for me and my thoroughly soiled, very fragrant, tutu.Thus ended my dance lessons and any hope of becoming another Shirley Temple. I didn’t know at the time that I had  processed a life lesson.I was five....more