Encounters with people over the last few months have been bringing up something for me both new, and yet so very old. This has to do with being seen vs. not being seen (as in people remembering/recognizing me vs. not remembering/recognizing me…with the emphasis on not). Mostly this happens with people that I’ve had long conversations with, taken classes from, danced for, helped deliver their baby, etc.
Performance pictures of me on social networking sites prompt people I knew in high school and college to exclaim, “Wow! You look great! That …

So, I was talking to a friend the other day after posting my first weblog (as some of you know, I’ve had my website up for a while now, but just recently decided to take advantage of the blogging option), and had a moment of insight. This friend, who shies away from relating to her body and dancing to the extent that she can’t even watch me perform, had read my take on accepting–no, adoring–our bodies as they are. She followed this light reading by watching a video I had …