Moves Like Jagger

Some times I wish I were a guy. Their biggest fashion question seems to be: Does a brown belt match black shoes? And they think, "Eh, no one will care." Where women twilly around how to match coral eye shadow to their light catrice nail polish. We are hypersesitive in that ideal.

So I may have mentioned that I am in a dance class. Well, crazily enough: We dance. Fun fact: Rebecca can't dance, which may bring you to the very obvious question of, "Then why would you take a dance class?" To which I have no clear or plausible answer. After some point in your life, answering, "Becaaause." just doesn't cut it. I passed that point.

Regardless, the routine we're working on for the final is to the pop sensation Moves Like Jagger by Maroon 5. For those of your born without a taste in music or love for caricature-faced celebrities may not have heard of Mick Jagger. Short bio: He owns rock and roll.

In one of the first days of class, our instructor stops the music, and walks over to me.
"Rebecca," she says, at which point I'm terrified because no teacher should know your name by the first week unless you are especially terrible,
"You have the steps down, right?"
I nod. Making little sped-up miniature air mimes of the last few counts.
"But you realize you have no confidence in yourself, right."
 Wow Coach, thanks for the pep talk. Exactly what I needed. No, I had not realized I was crippelingly hiding in the back of the class avoiding attention for THIS VERY REASON.

She proceeds to explain how I need to be more like Mick Jagger and put a little swagger in my step.

Swagger. What does that even mean? Mick Jagger has more confidence than me when he's tracking around in this get-up than I've managed to accumulate my entire life.

So I've gotta look like THIS GUY?

I think we can all agree that what Micki here has and what I lack is not looks. Self-assuredness and an "I-own-this-joint"  attitude are probably what gives him some swagger.

Not the hat.Although it helps.

Mulling this over after classes one day, I just made up my mind to go and find me some swagger. Right then and there. Like deciding to quest for the Loch ness monster or Big Foot.

To the nearest cheapest hair studio (after doing a bit more research than my last haircut.) I ran, because gosh darn it, my self confidence does exist!  Made an appointment for the next day. Right then. Right there. Quick massage, hair styling, and many compliments later I walked out of the studio feeling a little puff-chested. Heavens me, is this what swagger feels like?

Perhaps it is. On the way home Moves Like Jagger came on the radio and I practiced my best Mick Jagger/Steven Tyler stage face. And somehow I feel like I learned a valuable lesson.: "When you look good, you feel good"? No, too vain. Maybe a little more, "You have to love yourself before you can others".