meanplastic:

MY FUCKING FAVORITE VINE

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So in recital class today we had extra time after everyone sang and our teacher broached the subject of body image in the realm of theatre.

She said that everyone has a voice type and face type and their physicality should match that as well as within their ability.

Like everyone doesn’t need to be stick thin and ripped - if that’s not your type, it’s not your type. Theatre needs all kinds.

Some kids got angry that she’d say these things. Someone even ate 20 chicken wings in pure defiance.

I went and had a salad for dinner.

It’s a harsh reality that we face in theatre. You need to be attractive, talented, and at a physical peak to really make it.

It was a wake up call. I’ve been eating like crap for almost an entire year and exercising only in dance class twice a week. Time to make a change, and trade the 25 pounds of fat I put on last year for at least a little muscle.

I’ll never quite fit the leading man slot, but there’s always the lanky character type. Here’s to that.

just-a-mean-teen:

my anaconda will take whatever it can get at this point

rjdaae:

99problemsandtheyreallbroadway:

the thing about musical theatre is it wasn’t a slowly evolving obsession

literally one day, it came along and hit me in the face like a damn brick

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sondhymen:

a moment of silence for all the poor music directors who have to teach a bunch of high schoolers all the different parts in “Your Fault” from Into the Woods

carmelinaxox:

this is how gay people communicate 

garbashians:

when someone makes a joke about one of ur insecurities

Why do people purposely make my life a day to day struggle tell me please

inspjrations:

oh my fucking god.

inspjrations:

oh my fucking god.

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