Hello World

I decided it was time to blog about bellydance the moment everyone started looking at me oddly when it became all I wanted to talk about. I'm not sure anyone else understands my obsession. If there is someone out there that "gets it"... I'd love to know.

I'm honestly just one of those people that finds one or two true loves and obsesses about them through out life. I'm beginning to realize that my two true loves are my fiance, and my bellydancing. I'm completely addicted to the development of my own skill and driven by the need to teach anyone and everyone I can about this wonderful dance that I've fallen in love with.

I spent many semi miserable years learning ballet, pointe and jazz. I say "semi" because I loved to dance. It didn't matter what kind of dance, but I wasn't the best, thinnest or most beautiful ballerina. I never made the dance team, and was somewhat of an out cast in my classes. I didn't understand it. I loved dancing so much, so why wasn't I good at it? Maybe ballet just wasn't for me...

When I turned 16 I discovered something new. Something I could feel. I discovered bellydance. Bellydance helped me through my awkward teenage years, and it helped me grow as a person. I accepted my body image, and was finally able to kick anorexia, because I no longer felt ashamed of my figure.

A lot of people wonder... or even ask me why I bellydance, or why I obsess over it... or why I bug them with so many stories about dance. This is a hard question for me to answer, and requires a very lengthy response.

Bellydance has helped me in so many ways through out my life, and continues to do so. . . it has become a friend to me and a constant teacher. I learn something new from its lessons everyday. Call me weird. Or obsessed, but I have found what I need to help me feel balanced in this crazy life we live. Have you?