There are moments in my life where I feel very much like Bridget Jones - a girl trying to be the media's vision of what is sexy - and falling pathetically short of it. Bridget wore skin tight clothing that wouldn't flatter a slim girl let alone a stocky one in the attempt to win the attention of her boss. In reality Bridget is perfect... just the way she is in the eyes of Mr. Darcy (how fitting of a last name to be paired with Colin Firth once again).
My skin tight clothing on a pudgy girl comes out as me trying to be the bombshell hot girl when I'm far more of a pre-lesbian Willow than a Buffy. I try to exude hotness, to be sexy as hell... but when it comes down to it I'm a shy, dorky gal. But I'll keep trying in the hopes that one day I'll be able to dance like a Burlesque girl; because then I'd have the mindset to know what kind of guy I wanted and the ability to get him.
This hope of becoming sexy caused me to sign up for a 4-week intro to pole dancing class. It's the art of pole dancing not the stripperfied version. Class one I did okay and had fun, I even came home thinking I had seen a peak of the sex goddess within me. Tonight was a totally different story... I am sore, I am bruised, and I am frustrated with how I looked anything but sexy attempting to move my hips to the beat. I also failed at nailing the spin... and I have a ton of bruises on the insides of my legs to prove it. I looked out of place.... a fat girl in skinny girl's clothing and I had to thin, where is the fun in that?
Maybe it'll come together more in my third class, maybe I'll wake up and know that I have become the pole queen. Or maybe I'll wake up and realize that I need to embrace the bookworm girl next door qualities that I do possess and leave the sexy stuff to the girls who have the skills and the looks to pull it off.
Though my guy friends seem to all be very interested with the idea that I am taking on pole dancing and many have offered to give me their feedback. What is it with guys becoming horn balls over a woman who is comfortable enough with herself to pushing into the uncomfortable of dabbling in stripping/pole dancing for their own pleasure knowing full well they never would do it in front of a crowd?
Since it's 12:30 and my alarm is going off at 6am and I have yet to be able to sleep more than 2 hours a night for a week, I shall leave my thoughts incomplete and sign off.
Any bets on how bruised my legs will look come morning?
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Readheaded Celt, more power to you for taking a pole dancing class! My friend took one last summer and she said it not only whipped her into shape, it made her much more comfortable with her body. Now I'm thinking about taking a class! Also, I found this post on pole-dancing...you should check it out...it's about how pole dancing may be considered for the olympics! http://www.petermanseye.com/interesting-times/sports/338-poles-apart
Good luck with your class (and your drooling male friends!)
Tina,
I highly recommend looking into classes... the place I go to is all about feminine empowerment it's not a stripper school. The teachers do it for the art of pole dancing.
It's a non-sweaty workout that you totally feel the next morning - and in all the places most women feel they need to work on.
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