I used to only dance when I felt perfect. 

When I thought I looked good enough, was thin enough, moved right enough, was worthy enough to take up space.

That was exhausting.

Now I dance because I’m ALIVE.
Because my body deserves celebration instead of criticism. 

Because I realized something simple but life-changing: movement is medicine and joy is my right.

Here’s what shifted everything. 

I started dancing like I was the only person in the room. 

I treated my body like it was precious instead of something to hide. 

Like a temple instead of some project I need to fix.

I remembered that feeling good is actually allowed.

Your body already knows how to move. 

It knows how to heal and how to express what you can’t say with words. 

The only thing stopping it is your mind telling you you’re not ready yet, not good enough yet, not perfect yet.

But you are ready. 

Right now, exactly as you are.

This matters if you’re tired of your inner critic running the show. 

If your thoughts won’t stop spinning. 

If you feel stuck or disconnected from yourself. 

If you’re always waiting to be perfect before you allow yourself to feel good.

You don’t have to wait anymore.

Put on that song that makes you feel alive. 

Move however FEELS right. 

Dance in your kitchen, dance in your room, dance like you mean it.

Dance in your underwear, dance naked preparing your brekkie, dance like you matter.

Because you do. You really, really do.

Your body is wise. Trust it. 

Your joy is valid. Claim it. 

You are enough, right here, right now.

Start there.