HOW I STOPPED WORRYING AND BECAME A DANCER: PART 1

PART 1:
​HULA HOOPING THROUGH POSTPARTUM

​I was never a dancer.

​​I remember my first dance experience at a Quinceañera party. I stood awkwardly in a circle of teenagers and tried to move my very stiff body, feeling terrified about being ridiculous and way too nervous about the way I would look dancing.

That self-consciousness was part of my life for a very long time.
 
I was never the “fit” type.
I always struggled with body image.
I was always one of the last to be chosen for sport teams and I hated PE more than anything.
I hated running.
 
Sure, I was on the swim team when I was ten and I did some yoga for a while when I was in college, but I never felt super passionate about any kind of physical exercise. I always had to force myself to do it.
 
During my pregnancy I did yoga a lot more because I was set on being as healthy as possible, and spent tons of time outdoors in nature. It really helped me connect with my body.
 
But it wasn’t until about two months after my son was born, one sunny afternoon on a San Diego beach, that I discovered a passion to move my body.

​There was an old man that would come to the beach with piles of hula-hoops and let people just play with them all day. I always admired the hula-hoopers but never felt confident enough to try it myself.
 
My son was a peaceful sleeping baby, and after staring at the hoopers for a long while in hesitation, I finally made up my mind and left my baby with my husband and his friends while I went to give it a try.
 
I was, of course, completely unable to keep the hoop up. I tried a few times and I was almost ready to give up when the old man handed me a gigantic hoop. I was unsure, but I decided if my body had been able to go through childbirth, I could at least try it.
And it worked! I soon discovered that the bigger and the heavier the hoop, the slower and easier it is.
 
I dropped the hoop a lot. I tried many different sizes, colors and weights, and had a really amazing and fun time while my baby napped.

​Since that day, I became obsessed with hula-hooping.

After that, my husband’s cousin, who worked ata place where they made professional hula-hoops, gave me one as postpartum gift.  How nice and perfect!
 
It fitted perfectly at the door of our van, so it went with us in our travels back to Mexico.
 
Having a hula-hoop available for me to play with at any time was so convenient. I couldn’t really do yoga as much during the postpartum period because I never knew how much time my son was going to sleep, and most of the time I would have to jump up and leave the yoga session half done. But with hula hooping, even 5 minutes of spinning around made me feel good about moving my body and like I had given myself well deserved self-care. I loved hula-hooping. It made me feel like a kid; it made me smile.

With the help of some YouTube videos and later on a beautiful artistic community in Chihuahua City, I started to learn how to do some tricks and dance with the hoop.

​​For me, this was magical.

​​For the first time, I loved dancing. When I started learning hula-hoop tricks I would sometimes get up in the middle of the night and sneak out to the backyard to keep practicing a vortex or a toss. The hula-hoop finally allowed me to find my flow and move my body joyously. I honored my body with this exercise that was also an artistic expression.
 

Hula-hooping became my meditation, my self-love practice. For the first time ever, I really truly enjoyed and moving my body.

I was happy to find out that such a pleasurable activity was also very beneficial, improving everything from my posture to my abs muscles strength.

There are many other amazing benefits of hula-hooping!

My son eventually started to find ways to integrate himself into my hoop dancing, and he even has his very own hula-hoop.

Stay tuned for PART 2: DANCING FOR BIRTH!
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