![]() ![]() ![]() There are never enough stories about girls in sports, are there? Also, I don’t know that I’ve read any story where competitive ice skating is not just part of the story but almost all of the story. The more Tillie thought about it, the more Tillie realized she’d outgrown her passion-and she finally needed to find her own voice. But as she switched schools, got into art, and fell in love with her first girlfriend, she began to question how the close-minded world of figure skating fit in with the rest of her life, and whether all the work was worth it given the reality: that she, and her friends on the team, were nowhere close to Olympic hopefuls. ![]() Skating was a central piece of her identity, her safe haven from the stress of school, bullies, and family. She woke before dawn for morning lessons, went straight to group practice after school, and spent weekends competing at ice rinks across the state. And do it again.įor ten years, figure skating was Tillie Walden’s life. Weekends were spent in glitter and tights at competitions. Wake up, grab the ice skates, and head to the rink while the world was still dark. Ignatz Award winner Tillie Walden’s powerful graphic memoir captures what it’s like to come of age, come out, and come to terms with leaving behind everything you used to know. ![]()
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