The secrets of dancesport

Yes. The glamour of being dressed up in a fantasy like
ballgown, or a sexy seductive latin dress scantly
covering your most secret curves: dancing in the arms of
a hot sexy gemtlemen in a tailsuit in front of hundreds
of people on a wodden floor underneath massive
glittering chandeliers. This is what people sees. Little
did they know, the sweat, the blood, the pain and the
sacrifice that are hidden beneath the surface.

The upside about a dancesport competitor is that if you
are good and striving to be the best. You will never get
fat, nor become one of those anorexic thin girl. Most of
the serious dancer whom I know, have no fat, nor have
ever had fat on their body. Their skin are tightly
wrapped to their muscles. The body is a perfect balance
of muscle toned just right at every place. But… the
part you’ll never see, hidden. The feet of a dancer. Oh
god. Please don’t look, or get your nose anywhere close
to them. Believe me when I tell you that their feet have
experience every problem you can ever have with a
person’s feet.

On the inside. A dancer usually brims with confidence.
Chest high heads up, a perfect portrayal of power. It
comes as easy as dancing itself. The constant compliment
on you as a dancer wears down on your self-esteem
unconsciously. People start seeing you as a dancer and
you as a person seized to exist. People, talk to you
about dancing, discuss dancing with you and find out
what you plan on doing about dancing in the future. No
one ever ask about any other things about you. You
stopped being a person, but this doll that they put onto
a pedestal to worship. In their mind, there’s only one
thing you do, you dance.