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Why Pole Dancing Is My Preferred Form of Self-Expression
Don’t judge me
I’m a wife, mother of a two-year-old, pregnant with my second child, and I’m a pole dancer.
I’ll never forget the first time I became intrigued by pole dancing. I was 15 years old, Usher’s biggest fan, and captivated by some of the dancers in his concert. While the world saw something erotic and provocative, I saw beauty, strength, and art. At the time, I didn’t dare ask my parents if I could look into classes because I was convinced they saw what everyone else did: classless girls who didn’t respect their bodies and had been reduced to a man’s eye candy.
Ten years later, I finally enrolled in a class and became hooked. I loved everything about it: the variations from Chinese pole to choreography with heels, various spins, and low-flow classes. I became obsessed with watching my body transform into a muscular powerhouse as well as the sense of community the activity provided. And though my takeaway wasn’t sexual pleasure, I even became comfortable with touching myself and exploring my body as I became lost in the music. It was a hobby that quickly became my passion and preferred form of self-expression.
While the world saw something erotic and provocative, I saw beauty, strength, and art.
