It took a lot to get me into pole dancing. Sometimes I look back and think if I didn’t resist for so long, things could have turned out very differently for me, but I’m glad they have come how they have.
My friend Sabrina insisted for about 2 years that I should start pole dancing with her. For those who don’t know me personally, I should start by saying that I am not a very girly girl. I wear shorts and thongs (flip flops) every day, my hair is a mess and never done (in fact I only brush it when I have to), I don’t wear makeup every day and every second word that comes out of my mouth would make a nun blush. I got teased at school because of my crazy curly hair (and probably because the other girls were jealous that I got on so good with the boys) and while the girls at school were talking about boys, I was the girl playing soccer with them. Not a girly girl by any stretch. So pole dancing would never be my thing. It was only when my fiance told me he would pay for my first lessons that I decided to give it a try.
After the first class I came home and told him that I’m never going back. He told me to go one more time and if I didn’t like it, I never had to go again. The next class changed everything for me and I have been hooked ever since.
I don’t know what it was exactly. It definitely wasn’t my body rolls or my figure 8s because I was rubbish at those. There was something about holding my body weight on the pole that did it for me. The best thing I had though was a patient teacher.
Fast forward 2.5 years and I’m in my second term of advanced, haven gone in a few comps and am starting to find my place in the pole world.
Now come to this week; polemas. You’ve probably seen the word polemas used a lot around the pole place this week. Polemas is like Christmas for the Aussie pole dancers. It’s the Miss Pole Dance Australia finals. As much ridiculous talent that you can fit into one room. Now you know why we call it polemas 🙂
So polemas was last night. It had to be the best MPDA I have been to. Apart from a few minor errors, there was not a single girl who didn’t deserve to be on the stage, and not single girl disappointed. It was that which made me realise that I am one of the luckiest people on the planet.
I have had the privilege of being taught by some of the best dancers in the world. 3 of my teachers have won Miss Pole Dance Australia, and are interested and especially supportive of every single thing I do. Then you have one of the best pole dancers in the world who is back teaching at the Bobbi’s studio in Perth. No doubt I will fly myself over there at some point to have a private lesson with her. Then there is another teacher who is constantly learning new moves to keep us interested and no matter how crazy the classes get (and let me tell you, we are like wild animals sometimes), she NEVER loses her cool. She also makes me laugh until I cry, which apart from pole dancing is one of my favourite things to do.
Then there are the girls who I’ve met while dancing who not only are some of my best friends, but also believe in me sometimes when I don’t even believe in myself. This is something I could never be more grateful for.
Outside the Bobbi’s bubble, there are dancers who continue to amaze me every time I see them and I am constantly trying to learn the new moves I see them post.
Then finally there are the teachers who I may have only ever met once who are encouraging and supportive.
I really am the luckiest girl on the planet.
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