It's almost recital time and her pointe shoes that were brand new in September didn't make it to the end of the year:
But that's OK.
I love looking at the difference. I love the black marks and fabric on the toes worn down to nothing.
It's hard to ruin something so beautiful. It's hard to turn it gray, scuff it up and then toss it out because you're done.
But to me, the tears, rips, scuffs and black marks are just markings on a map. The evidence of a journey well - travelled. For me, it's just proof that you danced.