Well I am a 6'4" 19 stone rugby player. Broken nose a few years back, squashed ear, bit of a 'resting brute' face. But that's just what's happened in the past, it's superficial, I'd have played things differently, knowing what I do now, it isn't me.
We did some training with a ballerina at the club a few years back. About improving balance and agility. Seemed like a laugh.
Turns out I loved it. The poise, the elegance, the jumps, the artistry. The focus it gives me is amazing, it just takes over and transports me to another world, another way of being me. I'd never seen myself as elegant before but now, when I step into my ballet persona, I do.
When I walk down the street in ballet mode - I'm not talking tutus, that would be ridiculous, a trite pastiche, I'm talking elegance, poise, delicacy, femininity, feeling like a dancer, being a dancer in my head, my body, my movement, my actions, my everything, it's transformational - nobody has ever come up to me and said 'oy mate! you're not a ballet dancer'. Even when I've been in the men's loos, no man has challenged me about being a gender-free ballet dancer in a man's space.
Therefore everybody sees and agrees that I am a ballet dancer. I pass as a ballet dancer.