to dance again...

i was a dancer.

i miss it.

there i said it.

i miss every second of it!

the slicked back buns, the crazy makeup, spandex costumes, bruised knees, callused feet, early morning practices.

most importantly i miss my killer thighs, my great core, the coordination, the friends i made along the way.

 

i would give anything to dance again {and to have that body and flexibility again!}.  

maybe one day i'll take it up again.

but in the mean time i'll just continue to dance in my room.

have a good night!

xoxo, jamie

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