Anonymous Story 45

“I went to an arts high school and was chosen to go to a dance festival with my class. Before we left, I brought a bunch of snacks for the bus ride home and my ballet teacher called me Miss Piggy and told me I didn’t need that many snacks. The same teacher called me the Pillsbury Dough Boy and poked my stomach while telling me to hold my core.”

-Anonymous

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