Jennifer Lopez and Shakira. BRA-VO.
Whichever side of the performance you’re on – thinking it was too risqué or perfection – can we just agree to all respect the work that the performance took?
When I was in high school, I worked so incredibly hard to make our dance line. It was an honor to have a place on the team, and we were good. We practiced for two hours a day during the school week and had EARLY morning “two-a-days” during the summer break. My body worked hard, my body was toned, and most days my body was tired.
But I loved it.
My very first performance was a hip-hop routine, and after we walked off of the basketball court, my grandmother came to me and whispered: “I told you I didn’t want you out there shaking your booty.”
But I shook it, and I shook it well! Along with a group of other girls who worked really hard to “shake it” in sync and perfectly.
Opinions didn’t change the fact that we worked. Opinions didn’t change the feeling of accomplishment. Opinions didn’t erase how elated I was to be on the team. I respect my grandmother’s opinion above anyone else’s, but it didn’t “shake” me. (See what I did there?)
Now that I’m a mom, I don’t necessarily hope my daughter is a famous performer known for sex-appeal. That’s definitely not on the list of things I pray for at night…
However, I do hope she finds confidence, something she’s proud of, something worth working for. Something that fills her up and makes her radiate with her own kind of happiness.
If she somehow happens to be performing at the age of 50, I would still be right there in the stands, cheering her on. I will cheer for anything that brings her fulfillment.
To my girl,
I hope you sing.
I hope you dance.
I hope you do whatever makes your heart burst with joy.
I hope you do it all – not quite like JLo or Shakira – but with confidence all of your own, at age 5 or at 50. I’ll be right here cheering.