Fair warning: I can’t math for crap. But it seems to me that there’s got to be some formula to explain the AMOUNT of time, energy, blood, sweat and tears that go into the one second of perfect pole sexiness we all envision.
This is me after I busted out this move (a modified version of the star with an extra hand-hold for support) on the pole for the FIRST TIME EVER. The people I’ve shown it to have more to say about how incredibly, stupidly happy I look than anything else. That’s because I know exactly how much work went in to making even this simple little move possible.
Is pole dancing sexy? YES.
Does it involve sweating, bruising, strained and crampy muscles, calluses, stubbed toes, pole burn and lots of other incredibly UNsexy things? ALSO YES.
Is it worth it to feel amazing and strong when you finally get it down? HELL YES.