Welp...
Since Mom wasn't home I decided to ask Dad if I could try out for the dance team next year....
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He pretty much told me he didn't like cheerleaders or dancers and told me he wouldn't support me.
Geeeeee...thanks. And he also said Mom would say the same thing
So I went and cried in the shower for an hour and now I know what I'm going to say. This is how the convo in my head is:
Me: *walks into living room*
Dad: So are you mad at me now?
Me: Nope. Because I AM trying out for the dance team. I'm 110% dedicated and I'm not going down without a fight. Everytime I come out of my bedroom all sweaty, it's because I'm working out and trying to get fit for dance. When I go to down to the basement to run, it's so I can beat the 10 minute mile we have to do if we want to be on the team. Every free gym class I'm on either on the wall doing a backbend or on the mat doing front and back rolls. You sit and watch me do pirouette's and doubles in the living room every night, too. I don't want to get out of highschool and been like, "What if I had tried out for something new my highschool years?" And if I was a parent, I wouldn't want to be the one holding back their kid from doing what makes them truly happy.
Dad: *le stunned face*
Now I just need the courage to say this to his face. :(
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