Last night I took my first burlesque class. This sounds very sexy, and when I told my boyfriend about it I'm pretty sure he was picturing a bunch of hot girls in fishnets and heels helping each other apply tassels. He would have been very disappointed. It was basically an aerobics class with lots of shimmying and an instructor who lifted up her shirt a lot and encouraged us to "grab our tits." It was also awesome.
That said, being that it was similar to an aerobics class, I was not all that good at it. I can smack my ass with the best of them, but when it comes to things like doing squats, crunches, or being coordinated, I'm a little bit challenged. Even though I ran a marathon two years ago, I have a hard time considering myself athletic. At 24, I still cannot do a cartwheel, ride a bike, or swim more than a lap. I was terrible at tap and ballet and when all my friends started rowing crew in 9th grade, I decided to take fencing lessons at a gym two towns over so I could say I was involved in some kind of sport without anyone being able to see how bad I was at it. I eventually got into running because the only skill required was not stopping.
But I'm nothing if not stubborn. The last time I went to a burlesque show was in September for my boyfriend's birthday, and it was one of the sexiest things I'd ever seen. It was just so refreshing to see a performance where having an ass and hips is considered an asset and not a liability. I might not have the strongest muscles or the most technical skills, but I like fishnets and have big boobs, and I think that's a pretty solid start.
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