Had I taken ballet as a child, this would be me. Ok, fine, if I were to take ballet now, this would still be me. Because, yes, I do occasionally try to stand like ballerina and I maybe occasionally/always tip over. Legs aren't meant to bend that way!
I did baton for six years as a kid and think I did quite well. My inner klutz didn't really appear until high school. Well, aside from the black eye (not my fault), the fat lip (break dancing), running into a pole (not paying attention), and two objects up nose incidents (no comment). But even with those, it was just being young, not necessarily lacking grace.
So I just want to find this girl and give her a hug. She can still have a graceful presence and personality even if she lacks the ability to gracefully stand.
At least that's what I keep telling myself after every trip, slip, or fall.