Sunday, April 29, 2012
I have always loved dance in any form. I've danced since I was very young; ballet lessons, high school musicals and bellydance with an amateur troupe. Dance transforms me; I feel beautiful and glamorous. It allows me to play dress up for a day when I compete or showcase. I'm allowed to indulge the femme fatale, to put on the sparkle and glitz, the false eyelashes, the fairytale gown. It transforms my appearance and my psyche; for a moment I am a princess, or a Queen. At a recent competition I was walking from my hotel room to the ballroom in full ballroom regalia. A little girl who walked by me said to her mommy, "look mommy, it's a princess". I adored this little girl's magical thinking; and for that moment, I was a magical princess.