Spandex and Nylon

My dad recently took my twin brother and I on some college visits in the Philadelphia area.  Our first stop was to Temple University.  While I don't think I want to major in dance, I certainly want dance to be a part of my college experience.  Heck, I want to be able to dance for the rest of my life!  The Temple dance program sounded absolutely fantastic, albeit intense.  At Temple, it seemed, you either major in dance or you're stuck in the pedestrian classes with people who simply dance for fun.  I have no problem with either, but for myself I'd prefer a program somewhere in the middle.  One thing we heard, though, was that they take nutrition very seriously with their dancers.  Every dancer is assigned to an adviser who makes sure they are eating healthy and eating enough.  We were told that the stereotypical dancer "image" is not accepted by those in charge of the Temple dance program.  It really made me think...

I'm five feet and nine inches tall.  I weigh around 135-140 pounds (ohmygoshican'tbelieveijustputthatontheinternet).  My BMI is somewhere around a 20.  I wear an 8 or 8.5 shoe size.   My jeans are a size seven and most of my shirts are a size medium.  And ya know what?  I'm okay with that.

Aside from dance classes I do (sometimes) exercise on my own.  Sometimes a lot, sometimes a little...the intensity comes in waves.  I like to run so I often go for runs through my town and I do a lot of situps and pushups.  I (try) to watch what I eat.  I contribute to the fast food industry maybe three or four times a year.  I don't eat very much red meat (more out of personal dislike than an attempt to be healthy) and I attempt to keep the junk food consumption at a minimum.

That being said, there are many hours logged on the couch (although recently I've been stretching on the floor while I watch TV instead of just lounging around) or in front of a computer.  Many afternoons pass where I realize I haven't attempted to be physically active.  Many pounds of candy and potato chips enter my stomach annually.

Now, with all of that to consider, I'm still happy with the way my body looks.  Yes, you could point out any one of my features and I would tell you something I would change about it.  I think that's normal.  There is a difference between embracing the way you look and being under the idea that you are perfect.  Sorry to be a downer, but nobody is perfect.  Nobody.

I'm not really worried about the way I look anymore.  I'd miss too many incredible aspects of life if I was constantly busy trying to change miniscule details about what makes me the way I am.  So I don't worry anymore, I just be.  And ya know what?  I think I still look pretty hot in spandex and nylon!