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

3 years ago

(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.

I got older without too much awareness that I was holding back.

To finish reading this post, click here.

Perilously yours,



Pauline Baird Jones


Perilously romantic fiction for armchair adventurers

This is an article written by one of the incredible members of the SheKnows Community. The SheKnows editorial team has not edited, vetted or endorsed the content of this post. Want to join our amazing community and share your own story? Sign up here.

More from living

by Kimberly Peta Dewhirst
| 6 days ago
by Lynne Curry
| 9 days ago
by Lynne Curry
| 10 days ago
by Kimberly Peta Dewhirst
| 13 days ago
by Hannah Hickok
| 16 days ago
by Kate Crocco
| 18 days ago