I cried in the shower this morning.
I was overwhelmed by my love for dance...and the teacher and the studio that made me love it.
All my life, from the safety behind my books, I’ve watched others shine. I watched others dance, do gymnastics, ice skate- essentially doing things with their bodies I only dreamed of.
I’m not out here trying to be a professional or anything. But there is still a part of me that wonders what could have been if I hadn’t quit dance and gymnastics because of my own body insecurities.
In my late 20s, my desire to dance finally won out. I magically found the exact right teacher at the exact right studio in the exact right timing...because that is how the universe works.
I immersed myself in that world. In a place where I had to finally face the mirrors, the mirrors that so many women learn to avoid, I found love for my body.
Just as it was. For all of the cool things it could do that I never gave it credit for.
The mirror isn't my enemy. I don't look into them wishing for what I deemed was perfection. I thank it for reflecting back to me my own unique beauty.
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