I have recently tapped back into my dormant love for dance three days a week. Here’s the sched (read schedge):
Saturday: Hip Hop
I have been taking classes regularly for about 4 months, and everything but my knees is absolutely loving it. It’s 60 delightful minutes with me, myself and I dancing next to (I am assuming) a bunch of other moms who get to jump into our time machines and go back to the era where we danced like nobody’s watching (hopefully nobody was). Back to the times when we be clubbin’. Is it a bit like jazzercise was in the 80s? It sure as hell is, but jimmy crack corn and I don’t care because as Elle Woods would say:
This is the time where I get to empty my brain, forget my to-do list, J. Lo out as my brown skin gets all glossy with sweat. It’s the time where I get to listen to Latin music at top volume, shout out “EPA!” to my heart’s content, revisit that old performer in me, and feel the music. It’s a time where I feel a different and familiar confidence that I haven’t felt in a long time.
One thing about these dance classes is it gets HOT AF up in that studio! Even with the fans going….even with the door open…we are all sweating like some hogs as we lambada, cumbia, salsa, and shaku ourselves across he dance floor. It gets so hot in there that I recently decided to take off my shirt and just wear the sports bra or crop top underneath. Yeah….you read that right.
The first time I did it was a few weeks ago. I get really into the music and couldn’t take it anymore…so I took it off, and as soon as I did I felt
All of a sudden I lost my focus! I started tripping over my own feet! I l couldn’t count the steps! All I could think about was what might be going through my fellow dancer’s minds such as:
“She ddddiiiiid That!!!!!
“Who the hell does she think she is????”
“Well…..that’s a look”
Did I put my shirt back on???? Hell to the no, If I had cojones they would have melted off it was so hot, so I kept my metaphorical cojones on and tried to own it (you know….like J. Lo)
Sine my initial partial stripping experience, I have attempted it a few more times out of longing to be just a bit cooler, and I am getting a little more comfortable with it.
Here are the realties as I see them:
I used to be that catty woman who would have internally said “put your shirt back on, nobody is trying to see all of that mess”
I am a 38 year old woman who has carried three children (2 at one time), and whose stomach looks like rolled oats (so it really is a mess that you can serve up hot)
I wear high waisted leggings as to tuck in said rolled oats
It’s it my time to be me and be as comfortable in my skin as I can be
These other women probably don’t even care what I am wearing, so I need to get over myself
If they do care……$#@! them because it’s SO. DAMN. HOT!!!! Right?!!!!!
So…now that it’s out there (not my belly…the story!!!) What do you guys think? Would you try to own it or put your shirt back on and suffer through the heat?