Sometimes when I stay up late, I happen to glance in the mirror.
I love what I see and just want to dance.
I bring my laptop into the downstairs bathroom, crank up a little Beth Ditto and dance with the mirror.
Glancing up and seeing myself how I look that very moment, enjoying just the music and zoning out all the negative thoughts that ran though my mind about body image.
I like to see my hips move and my shoulders shake to the beat.
For a split second, I am Beth Ditto.
Singing, dancing and not giving a shit.