After my crappy crappy day yesterday, I got myself back in the studio today for Belly/Pole Fusion and Chair Dancing (yes, the class I accidentally scandalized).
I can’t body roll for SHIT. Every stereotype about white girls dancing and having no rhythm, I prove them completely true. But my belly teacher is so patient and last week she broke it down step by step for me. We did them again today and she goes “you’ve been practicing! They’re hot!”. I seriously felt like a kid who got their picture hung on the fridge! I don’t mind if progress is slow, as long as it exists.
In other news, I saw this on Texts from the TARDIS. I think I’ll start using it to explain my pole kisses 😛