My past two posts have dealt with eating disorders in women over forty. Well, here comes a refreshing change of pace …
The joy of a body is in what it can do. That is why humans began dancing in the first place. Their spirits were moved; their bodies followed suit. A little musical accompaniment and there was no turning back.
People have asked me about the header image of this blog; some mistakenly think it’s a photograph of me when I was small. It’s actually an image of my daughter in dance class at the age of about four and a half–on parents’ observation day. I love all the photographs from that series, because they capture the true spirit of girls–happy with what their bodies are able to do, how great it feels to move and not how they look. (Sure, one might check the mirror now and then to see how her chiffon skirt floats around when she spins, but she’s not scrutinizing herself.) How I wish we could all capture that joy and preserve it all our lives.
My favorite part of that dance class, which I actually have on video (and am sharing below) is when the teacher had the girls skip in random circles. They were told to make their own paths, just not to get so wild that they would prevent others from skipping freely. Zoe is the little one in lavender featured. (My husband did the filming.)