As the music played and I started to loosen up, I got a smile on my face... as we do a grapevine kinda move it reminded me of my days at the old Desert Palms... when I used to be addicted to step aerobics... as my body moved I giggled inside thinking of my gym friends Kelly, Pam, Jana, Linda, Adele and our outfits---bright biker shorts with one piece thong leotards... and man could Deb Torres make some great outfits... Teaching Aqua... and kids at the daycare... Perry always joking and making the atmosphere fun...
As I caught onto the moves this morning I noticed a few things... my hips remember the beat faster than my feet... I can still shake my booty, there's just more to shake... twerking is acceptable at Zumba, and actually preferred at times... I felt good today... I felt happy and alive...and even though I joked "is it over yet" at 30 min in, I really was sad when it was over.
I looked around the room... I know I'm talking alot about my journey and the crazy thoughts in my head, but as I looked around in some women's eyes, I remembered that we all have a story, and we all beat ourselves up, and we all just want to be valued. So regardless of our shape and our sizes, and regardless of our reason for getting our fannies up for the 5:30 class--- we are all human and we all want to be valued.
And to top it off, the cool down song was Try by Colbie Caillat... and as I stretched my body... I listened ...
You don't have to try so hard
You don't have to, give it all away
You just have to get up, get up, get up, get up
You don't have to change a single thingLook into the mirror, at yourself
Don't you like you?
'Cause I like you