This week, I have my great aunt, my grandmother, and my sister over to take care of me while my parents are away, seeing as I’m underage.
As I was coming back from the bathroom and into the living room, I heard some dance-worthy, cool music coming from my sister’s room upstairs. In a spur-of-the-moment sort of thing, I started to do a silly dance move, of course. And I had fun doing it, it was just innocent fun, and even though there wasn’t a thing about it, my great aunt said, “Good god, you be dancing like that and all the boys will be raping you.” My grandmother casually brought up the fact I bellydance, something I’ve done periodically for almost a year now and been interested in as an exotic art form. my great aunt didn’t say anything, but looked at her book with her eyes wide, and shook her head looking mildly disgusted.
Sorry, I guess I can’t enjoy dancing since it’s an art, no matter how, because it’s #MFIF.
Dance Girl, Canada