Dancers, dancers

I used to be a dancer. I was really serious about it, too. Sometimes I wonder how my life would have been different if I had followed my dream. I bet I wouldn't be as chubby as I am right now. I'd probably also have osteoarthritis and I'd need a hip replacement in a few years... but you'd be surprised (and disgusted) at what some people would give up for their ED.

Dancers will always be a HUGE trigger for me. I can always pick out a dancer walking down the street. There's just something about the carriage of the head, the gait...

Yeah, things would have been different. It's not healthy to dwell on past decisions, I guess.