So, two years ago, heck, even a year ago
there is no way I would have agreed to take a Pole Dancing class. Pft! I mean, it’s the sort of activity
that requires self-confidence and physical strength. Two things I was severely lacking. Fast forward a couple of years, drop a few kilos, gain some
self love and confidence, and I’m there, swinging around on a brass pole in a
skimpy sequined outfit… (totally convinced I was going to somehow concuss
myself) laughing my ass off! Only
for my good mate Em’s Hen’s day/night.
Seriously, only for you Em!
Clearly I love you to bits!!
Nervous, anxious, scared… basically
shitting myself, I rocked up not knowing anyone either. A glass of champagne helped to calm my
nerves and before I knew it I was told to go and “dress up” in the “costume
room”. Oh dear God, what had I got
myself into?! Everything was
pretty, well, “blingy”. I ended up
in a velvet, sequined bodice with tassels and a sequined “tutu” (no it didn’t
cover anything) over my bike shorts thanks! Needless to say, I was SUPER self-conscious… But I told
myself I COULD, that I WOULD do it and that I WOULD have fun. So I did.
I had plenty of trouble coordinating my
lefts, rights, spins, 6 O’clock’s, 12 O’clock’s, kicks etc etc but I was
laughing. I was actually doing it
and having fun. I was falling
smack to the floor and getting friction burns, but I was doing it! I eventually learned to spin forwards
and backwards and (somewhat) gracefully, slide down the pole and land in a
(kind of) graceful position.
So thanks to a slightly twisted ankle,
countless bruises and multiple blisters, I learned that I’m still ridiculously
uncoordinated. Somehow, these
minor misfortunes aside, pole dancing made me think about how far I’ve come and
how much I have achieved physically and mentally. I know that whatever I tell myself I can do, I will make it
happened. I told myself I’d have a
blast and I did. Most importantly,
to anyone out there who needs a reminder, a push, it’s never too late to turn
your life around. You’ve got to make
it happen for yourself, but seriously, the results (doing things you never even
dreamed of doing) are so worth every tear, every work out, nutritious meal, and
simply every ounce of hard work!
Liz Xox
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