I was a dancer, did ballet for years. In order to be "suitable" as a dancer at a whopping 5'8", you need to be the same weight and have the same measurements as a girl 8 inches shorter with a super-petite frame.
I smoked like a chimney, went on strict vegan diets, and even attempted the Ana Boot Camp diet a few times -- NOT HEALTHY.
I never stopped eating outright, and I wasn't one of the flock of dancers that was in the bathroom making themselves puke before shows. The environment was E.D. ****. My 112 goal is what I weighed as a dancer before joining the military.
I have this thing in my head that so desires to be that again, but at the same time I look at pictures of myself then and now, and I'm nearly in the same clothing size now as I was then (i'm a six now, at my ballet 112 I was a 4 because my actual hip BONES wouldn't fit in a 2) but i'm 30-some pounds heavier, and I look and feel so much better and so much healthier. Even looking at my old idol Svetlana Zakharova kind of makes me wince. She was my ideal, and to be quite frank, that woman looks like a refugee. What was I thinking!?
I still dance on my own and hit the studio to do warm ups a few times a week, and i've even helped teach a few pointe classes, but I don't miss the pressure one bit. I have legs and arms for miles, I have an extension that could knock someones head in the audience clean off -- yet in the ballet world you're punished for your height by having to maintain an unnaturally low body weight just to get an audition or a job.
I wish I could go back to the old me and give her a freakin' steak dinner. She looked like an underweight ostrich with big pink feet.