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Pole Dance, A Superstar In The Mirror




There are things that a woman has to try before the age of sixty. Although I planned my pole dance performances for my fifties (as the big shot of a hot chick!!), I couldn’t resist temptation and brought the project decades ahead. I haven’t regretted it! I, the clumsy Catwoman, saw myself as never before. Of course, as a real positive thinker and a believer of brain control I basically think about myself as a modern goddess - sometimes it happens - but I wasn’t prepared for this experience. Having an appointment, I dressed myself properly for the lesson (extremely high heels, teeny-tiny short, tit holder that hardly covers anything) and as soon as the instructor gave the sign to start the exercise I strained myself on the pole in my regalia. Unfortunately, the movement was way too big and I almost landed on the neighbouring pole (has anyone ever done such a thing?), but actually I caught something in the air that I'll never forget. My own glance. A glance, as I look back to myself from the mirror. I saw myself as I had always wanted to look like in reality, a real sexy, cool, adventurous woman who dares to do anything. I got enthusiastic. As soon as possible, I was already on the pole and was staring at my squiring other half in the mirror with eyes wide open. I almost felt as self-esteem is pouring into my body in bigger and bigger waves. I couldn’t get enough of this. I flew home on Phoenix-wings. I was clinging on the pole in my dreams. In shiny glass-shoes, glossy, tight shorts, push-up bra, I was whirling and spinning, my eyes were shining with happiness and confidence. The next morning I felt as if I was reborn. That part of my personality was born, which has always wanted to be present in my life, making it more complete, but I hadn’t been able to find the way to it. Now I found it and I decided to give it some room in my life, to raise my internal stardom, to make my aura irresistible, to complete my female existence.
Upon leaving home I stopped in front of the mirror and whispered to myself (Paris Hilton does the same for sure): you are a star! A true star!!!!


If you want to know more about writer Agatha Seymour visit: agathaseymour.com
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