Your hair has a permanent line in it from wearing it in a ponytail.

You promise to never stop dancing...like an energizer bunny that just keeps going and going.

You actually DREAM of wearing those heavy, expensive, netting ridden tutus.

Every hard floor is a place for practicing.

A new leotard makes your whole day.

Dance is life, the rest is just spare time.

You walk feet turned out.

You notice every mistake in dance movies and/or tv shows.

All the things you get for birthdays or christmas are related to dance.

"Practice makes perfect", is not a saying, it's a way of life.

You stand en pointe in your shoes when talking to friends.

You have more pairs of dance shoes then street shoes.

You start stretching whenever sitting on the floor.

You turn the conversation to dance without even noticing.

The first impression people have on you is YOU DANCE.

You point your toes even during sittups.

You use empty hallways to practice grand jete.

You pointe your toes when walking.

You do plies and tendus while waiting in line.

Watching tv is not a time to relax, it is a time to stretch.

You can't remember the last time you weren't sore from dancing.

You hear classical music and you need to dance.

Everything you do has somethig to do with dance.

You cancel dates because of dance classes.

You bend over to pick something up, one leg automatically shoots up to a 180* angle with feet pointed.

You miss more school from dance competitions/recitals/performances than from anything else.

You dance in your pants in the dressing room to make sure they fit right.