When people find out that I'm a belly dancer, the most common response (after "Oh, I love ballet!") is, "Oh, I could never do that. I can't dance at all."
And I always tell them the same thing: "Neither can I."
The truth is, I've always been a bad dancer. From my first tap class to that time in color guard when I couldn't figure out my right from my left. In fact, I joke with people that I only have two styles of dancing: belly dance, or like my dad. Guess which one is socially acceptable?
Hint: neither of them.
But for some reason, one that will probably never be clear to me, I walked into my first belly dance class. And it was hard. I sucked. A lot. But I kept going back, over and over, until I learned how to circle my hips and isolate my shoulders and execute level changes without falling flat on my face and play the zills and move without looking like some weird, musical zombie.
And that's what I want to teach you. I want to show you what it's taken me six years to learn: anyone can dance. It doesn't matter how young or old or fit or not you are. You, too, can dance without limits!