This weekend... the recital... I'm in three numbers, and I have yet to finish sewing one of my costumes. I finally came out, of my t-shirt that is, and exposed my bare belly in a class. I don't have the confidence to carry it off, whats more my shark white belly acts like a light bounce on adjacent dancers (or some weird beacon of fear) so I'm sewing some gauzing sequined thing that will make me feel better about sort of showing my belly. If in form only. Squirm. I'm far better prepared than I was for last years rehearsal, and hoping that I might enjoy looking the audience in the eye, whooping and taking up space. It isn't enough this year to "get throught it". I want to really get it, to feel the music and include the audience in my joy. Joy that I'm still moving, that I can shake it, and move my hips, that I have flesh and sweat and hair, that I'm still alive. Far from perfection, just trying. Now here
's some gauzey disguised belly for you...