When I dance, I don’t want to be doing anything else.
Try as I might to suppress my feelings, I’m an emotional human being. And dance lets me express myself.
I started dancing more in high school. So many moments of my life are dance related.
I remember the highs, times where all I wanted was to dance in my living room. The world and its worries would fall away.
I remember the lowest points, times where I didn’t feel like dancing at all. When I don’t, it’s like I have a million emotions bottled up inside, and I can’t release any of them.
I honestly would not be the person I am today if I didn’t dance.
I don’t even want to think about the decisions I might’ve made if not for music and movement.
Dance taught me how to love my body. Moving forced me to listen to my heart and my head, my arms and my legs.
I dance because I need a creative outlet that’s not writing. I love both. In a way, I get to work out my body and mind.
I dance because I feel good before, during, and after I do.
Dancing helped me cope healthily with some unhealthy issues.
I dance because I love it. I know I’m not the best. I don’t have perfect technique. But I feel like the best version of myself when I’m doing it.