20.02.02

sometimes i feel like dancing
i raise my arms above my head
and circle my hips
like i've got an invisible hula hoop sitting there
moving along to a beat no-one but me can hear
i might look kind of stupid
but if i'm having fun
and it helps me enjoy my own body,
then who the hell cares how stupid i look?

i do this in my own loungeroom,
sometimes in the kitchen
(they're right next to each other anyway),
then i'll groove my way to the bedroom,
to the computer,
to the bathroom,
shaking my booty all the way -
makes me wish i owned hipster pants
even though i really don't like to wear them.
i'd wear them for dancing,
just to prove my womanliness to myself.

i've got curves, sister -
have a look at them,
i'm proud!

then it makes me wish i could scrounge up the courage
to go out and do that in a club
wear something flirty that skims my figure
instead of my usual big pants and huge top
put on a pair of hoop earrings
and a dusting of glitter on every available bare space
move and spin and twist and writhe,
letting my body interpret the music
the thumping bass
the rhythm of every living being around me

but i'll probably just stay in my pajamas at home
and pretend

that doesn't bother me, you know -
just as long as i can dance somewhere,
arms above my head,
eyes half closed,
letting the music guide me,
i'll touch happiness in my own way.

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