I’ve been thinking about movement and being comfortable in your own skin a lot.
I remember being a little younger and being ashamed of my body, not only because of how it looked (I was a lot chubbier a few months ago, and lemme tell ya- not fun being policed all the time- how I dressed, talked, looked and acted was critized and yea. Also being fat isn’t a bad thing it’s just Society), but because of how it moved, I felt out of control.
I’d get jumpy and loose myself in strong emotions, and it wasn’t well received, then I’d go quiet, I walked around crowded spaces feeling like there was a box around me, my arms literally pressed against my chest and eyes straight to the ground.
I felt shitty, in general, I didn’t have the energy or the memory to care for basic needs- like taking a shower or properly caring for my hair (DIDNT even know I had curly hair??) or putting in any effort on clothes... And it sucked. Don’t know how to describe it properly, but it felt a little like choking.
It got better when I stopped caring about what other people thought
There’s more but I’m getti bored, anyways dancing is really good, especially if ya let yer self go and just move as you want. Also stimming in public and not caring, good stuff.