Life as a #plussized #dancer ;
I'm not going to sugar coat it, being a plus sized dancer is hard. Really hard. Trying so hard week after week, month after month, year after year to whittle down my frame so that I don't get a look of disbelief when I tell people I'm a dancer. Spending every rehearsal actively trying to not notice the difference between my petite counterparts and myself. Looking at myself in the mirror before every performance, and trying to build my fragile confidence about the uncomfortable costume I'm in because I know it'll waver, if not shatter when I see everyone else looking fabulous in theirs. Being a plus sized dancer means that I work that much harder and push myself that much further to be flawless because a crowd is much less forgiving of a size L mistake that a size XS. A plus sized dancer isn't placed at the forefront of performances or photo shoots, or videos because a plus sized dancer cannot obstruct the view of the dancers everyone would rather see, and unless I strike that perfect angle/pose/light, I look less than perfect, and no one wants to look at that.
The world of #dance is hard and frequently unforgiving, and keeping a #bodypositive outlook is difficult, but I have been dancing since I was four years old, and I will continue to dance until I'm ninety four, and no one's b blinded view of what a dancer " should " look like will ever stop me.
#danceforlife #honormycurves #jazz #swingdancer #cantstopwontstop *Edit: This is how I feel, my personal thoughts and fears, coming from someone with diagnosed body dysmorphic disorder . Yeah, some of it has and does happen, but some is also just me.