If you are just now finding lashestolunges, you can read my 1st post here, titled “Finding Me” to help you better understand the purpose behind this. Basically, in order to “find myself” and stop just going through the motions of life, I have taken on the challenge to do one thing a week that is out of my comfort zone. This week I had 2 challenges. Eating as “clean” as possible for 3 days and taking a belly dancing class. View my food journals and see how well I did or didn’t do here. It was definitely not my favorite challenge but one that inspired me to do better!
On to more exciting things…the second challenge…belly dancing. Before this challenge, the thought of belly dancing almost sounded cheesy to me. I know several of you were wanting to come out but unable to make it…boy, you missed out. It was a blast! When I first walked into the suite with the words “School of Missouri Contemporary Ballet” on it, I had no idea what was happening. Girls were already taking off their shoes and getting out on the dance floor. I pretended to be confident and just followed along. My friend Jessica met me there and we found our place on the hardwood floor. The instructor was very laid back, very casual. Was dressed in yoga capris, and a tight-fitting top with a bandeau peeking through. Her hair was done in dreads and her body was definitely that of a dancers’. Sleek and delicate, yet strong and flexible.
She started right in and we did our best to follow along. First with a plank. “Oh joy,” I thought, “hot yoga all over again!” We did several poses, warrior, plank, downward dog. All while swaying our hips. Its harder than you think. After that, we went into learning the basics of belly dancing. How to hold your arms and hands and how to gracefully move them. We did 4 count routines with our hips and abs. A couple of times I looked in the mirror and felt legit. Like ‘Wow, it actually looks like I’m belly dancing.’ We got down on the floor and focused on only moving our core and glutes and not our top-half. Again, as I was looking in the mirror I surprisingly felt ‘pretty’ doing the move. I looked around at all the other women in the room; of all different races, sizes, ages. They all were looking at their reflections and doing the move confidently. My mind wandered to ‘What do they do during the day, are they in a relationship, do they have kids, why are they here?’ In that moment belly dancing didn’t feel cheesy at all… it felt beautiful.
At the end of class the teacher had us get into 2 rows. She asked us to take everything we learned, posture, presence, movement and put it into our walk. She said to walk as confidently down and back as you can. We did. And it was pretty cool. Some girls giggled because they felt silly, some took it very seriously. But after a few times everyone was feeling strong, empowered, confident, and beautiful. In that moment nothing else mattered. Not the size of our waists, the shininess of our hair, the number of wrinkles on our face. Instead it just felt like we were all sharing in the moment, feeling totally confident and there for a reason. Just like we are all on this Earth for a reason. Do I think my purpose in life is belly dancing? No. But I sure learned something from it. Each and every woman in there was beautiful, no one more than the other. Loved and created by an amazing Father. Psalm 139:14 “I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well.” That’s what I took away from belly dancing. We are fearfully and wonderfully made.