13 Years ago…

February 3, 2010 2 Comments

13 years ago, I stood in my living room trying to shimmy. I don’t remember it being easy. My friend was trying to get me to make an elusive vibration in my hips – she made it look (and sound) so easy. She came over to show me moves and I gave her herbs and vegetables from my garden. This went on for a few months.

Eventually, I got a few things down. I could do a hip circle and made a decent attempt at a camel and snake arms.  She told me I should go and take real classes with a woman she knew so I made the phone call. I asked her if I could observe a class – that felt safe – and she said yes, so on Wednesday night off I went to watch my first real bellydance class.

After introducing myself, I sat down in the back corner of the room and watched the women of all ages, shapes and sizes distribute themselves through the room. They spread the arms wide claiming a bit of personal space and shifted to adjust to their neighbors. Barely had warm up begun and the teacher told me I should get up and join them. “Oh, I’m just going to watch this week.”, I said, but she looked at me like I was silly and told me I might as well join them.  I figured I came to check it out so before I put my money on the table I probably should really try her class– and I got up – in jeans and sandals.
Warm up was easy – I’d been to a zillion dance classes in my life. Then she went on all manner of shapes with hips and ribs and arms and I was feeling quite lost till she started hip circles – yessss – this, I know!

I think it’s funny now that I can remember exactly what she wore, what the room looked like and so much more, but I don’t remember much else about that first class. Not even how I felt about it when I left. But I do know that I went back for more, and more, and more…

Mahin (119 Posts)

Professional instructor and performer of Middle Eastern belly dance, ACSM Certified Personal Trainer and author or the “Daily Bellydance Quickies”. Belly Dance Artrepreneur, Workshop instructor, performer, event producer, and bellydance writer.

  1. Kis
    March 25, 2010 at 9:20 am

    I don’t remember what my teacher wore… nor most of what we did.
    I remember feeling awkward, but “nearly right” in the movements. And on an absolute high after the class was over.

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  2. Cricket
    July 27, 2010 at 5:36 pm

    I remember basically what I wore and what the room looked like. I remember the room was insanely over-crowded but half of the group were my personal friends that I drug along on my “whim” adventure. I remember most of the steps we learned that night and how much fun I had.

    Today, a little over a year later only 1 of the original 8 friends I brought that first night is still in class with me but I have made so many more along the way in class so it has balanced out nicely. Plus I don’t fall down as often as I did in the beginning! 😉

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