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I don't like the mirrors in the dance studio. I know I'm fat, but it doesn't mean I like looking in the mirror at it all the time. On the other hand, I dress well, and the mirrors are actually needed for minor things like getting moves right, keeping an eye on the instructor, etc.

Funny thing. Anytime I refer to myself as fat in Tobermory's presence, he has a go at me. Not about my weight, but because he objects to me considering myself fat. I suspect his interpretation of 'fat' leans towards Jerry Springer Special, and, well, I'm not that bad. Also, despite being overweight, I carry it fairly proportionately; and, critically, I dress appropriately for my size. My clothing actually fits my person, and I do not allow rolls of wobble to fall over the boundaries of my clothing. I might be a bit overweight, but I'm still healthy. I haven't gained weight in years now, and I do lose some occasionally.

There's a remix of Hard Day's Night which regularly turns up in salsa class. I don't know why it amuses me so much, but it does. I think it's because I know Tobermory would be vaguely pissed off, because he loves the Beatles. Every time we dance to it in class I giggle to myself.

I have signed up for the next level of class, as next week is the final class of the beginners lessons. I'll be taking classes on Mondays and Fridays, and hopefully avoiding falling over my own fat feet in the process. I enjoy salsa - for the first time in years I'm doing something physical that I don't suck at, and having fun. I have also braved the wilds of Ebay to find dance shoes, as I objected to paying $200 for shoes I can't wear on the street or at work, and as usual when on the interwebs, found a decent deal that utterly thrashes buying shoes in person in New Zealand, aka the arseend of the world where all vendors think it's appropriate to completely shaft you in price. And I don't like dancing in my street shoes; either my flats are wrong, I don't know why I just don't like dancing in flats, and my heels are not designed for dancing and hurt my feet eventually. I mean, I've done it anyway, but that's not the point.

It's funny, I am almost embarrassed about how much I'm enjoying these classes. I think it's because I've acquired some vague assumption that being a Woman with a Hobby is a bit dorky, and I must conceal it. But you know what? Bugger it. I'm twenty seven years old, if I want to go to salsa classes and enjoy it, I am allowed!

Originally published at spinneretta.com
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