Dance lessons as a young girl were always my happy place, and soon became an integral part of my identity.
It was an outward expression of my creative spirit, and a way to connect with myself as I grew into a young lady.
I danced with reckless abandon.
With the entirety of my being.
Like my pants were on fire….
I was a dancer.
And I just wanted to dance.
Even while I was in high school, I joined the dance team. But due to a specific set of standards, even back then, I was considered the “fat girl”. I was “muscular”, and “big-boned”. It was just an unfortunate circumstance, that compared to the other girls, I was the heaviest. And once I had begun to see myself that way, I was never really able to “unsee” it.
Eventually, that altered version of myself became an integral part of my newly evolving identity…and that was when things began to change. Continue reading A Chance to Dance