"i've got a perfect body, but sometimes i forget."

i am beautiful. and i'm going to proclaim it.

i can move my body in different directions. i move my hips, my chest, my legs, my breath. i am connected: limbs, space, time, energy.

lines and curves, walls and water.

abrupt stops, smooth floats. pristine beads of sweat linger on my skin. pieces of hair follow after my moves, entangling me in my locomotion.

i am a dancer. i am a great dancer. i am a natural dancer. i am a talented dancer.

i can move in ways others can't. i can make my hips hypnotize. i can make them cry. i can portray torture. i can fly.

my body is my instrument. my instrument to the universe.