Through pole dancing I have learned so much about what my body and mind is capable of. Following our warm-up, our teacher Yan shows each of us what we will work on in that session. There have been so many times she has demonstrated the move to me and I look at her with bewildered eyes thinking how the hell do you expect me to do that.
And so the process starts- a process full of failures, fear, doubt, and pain. I begin, I slip, I can’t seem to find the right grip, my skin burns from the pole. I complain, sitting on the…
