The funny thing about this place is I have fallen in love with my body. I could run naked for all I care, because I am beautiful. Not in a pious, arrogant way, or maybe it is. I've never been so proud of my hair and my eyes and my light skin before.
I have this new passion for dancing. I dance alone on the roof top, with my shirt off, listening to the waves of each melody and allowing my body to be moved by the wind, the moment, and the way it feels it ought to move.
It is liberation, to let your body flow to the music. There are no rules or regulations, or any correct way to dance. Just the flow of my fingers down through my toes, all choreographed with the beating of my heart and the clarity of my mind. A pirouette, a leap, a spin, the waving of my arms down to my fingers... ah, and it feels so good to BREAK FREE.
First one on the floor at Club Fizz
On the terrace
Dancing at the promotion party for Six Pack Magazine
Dancing on the terrace with Shelly and Ernesto
That's me, dead center, breaking it down in Montanita
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