I love dancing, I used to do it several times a week, either at home or in a club. I have been way too lazy lately, like I wrote yesterday, and I haven’t been dancing that much. I used to go to bars for the sole reason of going dancing, I even have a funny reputation in this city, they used to speak of me as the weird girl who comes to a bar alone, dances all night and hardly ever drinks anything.

Wednesday night rekindled my love for dancing. I sweat my tiny tush off in the dance floor for four hours straight and I felt amazing. I was basically wearing just a bikini top and jean shorts and was already sweating after the first song.

I have mentioned before that I have some problems with my lower back and I think I need to strengthen my core to keep it in check. I’m not actually sure whether dancing is the worst or the best thing for my lower back. The type of dancing I do is to a latin beat and most of the movement happens in the hips. It doesn’t hurt when I dance but as soon as I stop and the next day, my back is killing me.

I am as white as a white girl can get, except on the dance floor, there I suddenly turn into a Latina, but without the curves. I need to work a lot harder to make my moves smooth because I don’t have much cushioning on top of my bones. I remember always been really into R&B and raggaeton and dancing to those kinds of beats has always come naturally to me. I don’t know where it comes from, it’s somewhere in my blood.

When I was a teenager, early 2000, I used to watch hours and hours of music videos from the interwebs. Sean Paul’s Temperature, J.Lo’s Jenny from the Block and Rihanna’s Pon de Replay are what have been burned into my mind from those days. When I saw all those music videos, I started really rehearsing hip rolling and that is basically the only kind of dancing I love to do. I used to dance show jazz and hip hop, which are both fun but not that close to my heart. I enjoy the freedom and sexiness of hip rolling.

The funny thing about me is that I hate performing to an audience. Speaking in front of a class or having to dance on stage are one of my biggest fears, BUT, I can dance in a club, even if the dance floor is otherwise empty and everyone around it are staring me. Weird, right? I am never more confident than on the dance floor when there is an old school R&B hit blasting and I’m wearing a pair of sneakers and minimal clothing, maximum comfort.

Dancing is one of those rare ways for me to get out of my head. When I have the right music, a dark club and enough space, I zone out and live in the beat, it’s all that matters at that moment. I know I have the widest smile plastered on my face when I dance because I’m so damn happy. And don’t you dare to interrupt me when I dance! If I want you to approach me on the dance floor, I’ll let you know with not so subtle hints.

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Enough with me talking about dancing, inserting a tiny clip of me actually doing it. I'm well aware that it's a really shitty clip, and an old one, but it's best I can do for now. I was gonna shoot a new one today but my back is still killing me from Wednesday.

Let me know if you want more ass shaking from me in the future!