by Katherine Grasso Hamza Baig An image: a digital timer above my head. The numbers ticking upward, the red digits rolling. * In elementary school my mom bought me a dark purple leotard for ballet class. I hated the way it made my hips look. I tried it on in the kitchen without my usual pink tights, stood there, looking down at my pale skin, the yellowed linoleum a blur in the background. It was cut so high that when I développéd my leg I could see the fold of skin between m