Dance

Tonight, I slipped into my dancing shoes the ones that know me, know every sway, every silent ache and craving.

And when the Latin beat hit… I let go.

Hips led. Eyes closed.

I danced like the music was made for my body alone.

No performance. No apology.

Just raw, feminine energy spilling out, unapologetic, unfiltered, alive.

I needed this… to remember who the hell I am when I stop shrinking and start feeling again.

Tonight, in my red leather and unapologetic skin, I didn’t just move.

I came back to myself… wild, whole and gloriously untamed.

And i felt alive!