Dance is simple.

In fact I'd go as far as to say it's in a human's nature, to dance. Its part of us all (even if we've forgotten it).

But to be a great dancer is something else, entirely.

I've been at this since I was 7 years old (dancing). I never slept as a child (I adopted insomnia from my mother); nightmares of going to schools where I had to physically fight every single day, fight mentally against the attack of dark thoughts that came from bullying, fight spiritually against the dark spirits that looked to consume me. Shit!! I could have became all bad; could have started in on the activities that the country block boys were doing, could have started harming other to escape my internal turmoil, could have started to harm self. Dance saved me. Long before I considered myself an artist. Long before I was getting booed at pep-rallies (I was trash). Long before the fighting stopped. It gave me a voice. It taught me to speak pretty things to myself. No one knew it then because a bullied and depressed child rarely shares anything. But dance was healing me and even I was unaware.

All along this is what I was doing in my room, momma. This is why I slept so much in class and during the day. This is why my grades were just average. I had something better.

I'm not average anymore. I'd go as far as thanking those who gave me shit for so many years. You just turned me into something magical you bitches.

So, if by chance, you are hurting from yesterday, if you are able to hold on a bit longer, maybe turn that thing you can't live without, into a pretty thing to help another.

*HANDS TO HEART*