Recently an Instagram friend commented that she was interested in trying pole but that she was also “too intimated and scared”. I remember those feelings all too well. I can’t pinpoint the origins of my initial fears. Whether it be from hearing random stories of women needing a neck brace after falling on their head while trying to impress their significant other with a trick, my slight fear of heights that sometimes leaves me in a panic when rock climbing, my aversion towards bruising and how it’s just not pretty, or that somehow I can imagine myself being the one flying off the pole and hurting myself. Whatever it was, I had my fears.
I remember thinking that perhaps others would judge me for not looking like a “pole dancer” or worse yet that I’d judge myself, but pole has taught me to focus on myself. I realized that if I spent less time being concerned about others and what they’re doing then I’d have more time to enjoy, learn from and transform myself. I also realized that pole dancers come in all shapes, sizes and even ages. From college age to happy grandma age, from size 2 to size 10, from Amazonian tall to shorties like me; everyone has their own pizazz and beauty because as the saying goes it “enables you to find yourself and lose yourselfat the same time”.
It also crossed my mind that I could never be that good at pole, but at this point I enjoy it so much that it is a daily challenge. When you do something enough times you will improve at it. I am challenged to continue, to get stronger, to see how far I’ve come and can go. I haven’t hit myself as I feared. I haven’t fallen. I have bruised, but I look back now and see progression. Pole is a keeper (see “Pole’s Lucy’s Keeper”). My friend’s a new mommy. That’s a part of her now, plus if she can survive pregnancy then why let a little doubt hinder her curiosity?
When did doubt not stop you before?
What were some of your initial fears about pole and how did you overcome them? Let me know in the comments below.