I have been craving wild dance. The kind where it looks as if you are wearing the red shoes and can't stop your feet from dancing. You are drenched in sweat and yet you just keep going. One the friends I used to dance with over the Summer would see me out when I was dancing and would remark, "You dance as if there is no tomorrow...and then you just don't stop." I miss that. I dance and choreograph every day at home but I have to listen to my body. Carrying a growing life, and moving with it, requires a dance unto itself. To appease the wild dance craving, I watch my body when I dance and connect with those dancers I call friends and look at photos of dancers. Misty Copeland is a ballet dancer I admire so much. She is three years younger than me and didn't care If she didn't have a "dancer's body". I am wise enough to recognize my own bravery now but when I was younger I succumbed to the weight of wishing for a body different than my own. During this season of my life, I move with my curves and genuinely love them, large breasts, belly and all. This photo is my screensaver on my phone reminding me to keep dancing and embracing who I am in this moment.