Generally, I am coward who likes to sit behind a book seeing the world from the safe vantage point of someone else’s eyes.
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I find it bone meltingly terrifying to initiate a conversation in a room full of strangers, or to break a routine that, in my mind, will throw me out of control. If I lose control of my life then the zombie apocalypse may as well happen.
Fortunately, I know I need help. Occasionally I will confront my fears and find the power to do something I have always wanted to do.
Last year I did not one burlesque course, but two.
Yes, the woman who hates initiating a conversation in a room full of strangers decided that taking her clothes off in front of them would be easy peasy.
Of course the clothing removal didn’t start until about week four, and by then we weren’t so much strangers as casual acquaintances who happened to know what each other looked like in suspenders.
Suspenders are evil, slippery suckers. I do, however, love my corset. Of course I could never quite get it off in time to the music, and there is absolutely no way you could bend down and tie your shoe laces while wearing one of them, but it is the most beautiful, impractical thing I have in my wardrobe.
My inner fairy tale princess loves it. It’s soooo pretty. Look at the frills. I’m going to run up a mountain and sing a song about it.
My inner feminist, however, is thinking – How dare I? Corset equals wicked, rib-crushing weapon of the patriarchy.
My inner rationalist, is like, girl, you’re over thinking this. Just enjoy it already before you forget the choreography and land on your arse.
This is just one of the reasons I’m so messed up. I over think everything. Corset quandary aside, burlesque helped me with that.
- Life should be fun,
Seriously? What is the point if it isn’t?
Whether you’re trying to concentrate on the choreography while managing a feather boa, or starting a new job, or going out or staying in. Don’t be so afraid of just enjoying what this moment has to offer.
- Life is a mirror.
Just relax. If you are having a good time, so will everybody else. The teacher of the course always looked to be having the best time, and we did too.
- Sexy is a state of mind.
Heels and red lipstick can help, but it’s all in your head. You don’t need to wait until the new exercise regime has kicked in, or until you’ve found a pair of trousers that actually fit. There is no excuse not to start being the best version of yourself, right now.
What have you done to confront your fears lately? And when was the last time you just let yourself have fun?