Day Twelve

Today's honest moment is brought to you by something I never get complements on.

Um... My dance moves are so under appreciated, it isn't even funny. You guys. I can drop it like its hot. Don't you even worry.

Little known secret, I was once the captain of my dance team. (But... it was the same dance team in which I was pulled aside for being, "too chesty." Yeah, that is a true story. Also, one of the prouder moments of my 14 year-old life.) 

I can skank it up with the best of the ska-lings. 

I can hokie-pokie like the mostest. 

I put the moc in macarena.

I can sprinkler.

And back up the bus.

And do the shopping car.

And... Not to brag, but I am pretty much the best car dancer ever. In the history of car dancing. 

However, my dancing is over looked every single time. How is this even possible? I have no earthly idea. Except. I will not let this detour me, you know why?

I can dance if I want to. As long as I abuse it, Im never gonna lose it.

Ps... When I flashdance, there is no spandex leotard. But you can bet there are leg warmers.