MY DANCE JOURNEY

​The moment everything changed

I will always remember the first time I danced.
I was five or six years old, at a party, looking up at my scouting leaders dancing. Something pulled me toward them. I stepped right into the middle of all these grown-ups, simply because I felt drawn to the movement and the music. They taught me an amazing dance move, one I still remember clearly. And to this day, I still teach that very move in my classes.

The joy I felt was indescribable. Time seemed to stop. There was nobody else. Just me. Dancing. Feeling that rush of pure happiness flowing through my entire body.

That love for dancing never left.

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When joy became a language

From the age of six until now, I have taken countless dance classes and I still do.
Modern, jazz, hip hop, breakdance, locking, popping, new style, salsa, bachata, afro and high heels. I tried ballet when I was seven, but it never felt right. There was no joy, only pressure and the constant need to be perfect. Instead of lifting me up, it took my joy away. Ballet simply wasn’t meant for me.

 

Dance saved me when words couldn’t

My childhood wasn’t always a pink cloud. I went through hard times and painful experiences. Dance became my way out. My way to rebalance. To release negative energy and recharge myself with joy. Sweating out the heaviness. Expressing what I couldn’t always put into words.

I was extremely shy. Dance taught me how to stay strong, how to stand my ground, and how to dare to be myself, unapologetically. Body language became the first language through which I learned who I truly am, without caring about the opinions of others. It helped me stop following paths that weren’t meant for me, and start listening to myself.

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The body never lies

Through dance, I learned a deep understanding of body expression and body language. It helped me regulate my emotions and recognize emotional states, both in myself and in others. I could clearly sense how people were feeling, simply by the way they moved. Dance became a form of awareness. A form of connection.

 

Losing my body and finding my purpose

In 2015, I became seriously ill. I couldn’t dance anymore and had to put my love for dance and music aside. Listening to music without being able to move was heartbreaking. Two chronic illnesses took over my physical body. But I didn’t give up.

In 2019, I started to feel better. I got pregnant.

And in 2022, at the age of 30, I chose to follow the dream of that little girl again: to share this passion, this love, this joy, with children, adults, and anyone willing to dance. I felt deeply that if I didn’t do it then, I would regret it forever. It turned out to be one of the best decisions of my life.

 

I don’t teach steps. I share joy and  freedom.

All the dance styles I’ve explored have given me something deeply meaningful, not only about movement, but about life, identity, emotions, culture, humanity, and myself. This diversity is what I want to share. It reflects the beauty of humanity, and the beauty of discovering your true self.

I am not a hip hop dancer. I am not a salsa dancer. I am not one style. I don’t need to fit into a box. I don’t need to claim a label or belong to something “bigger” than myself. I don’t claim any style or culture, definitely not. Dance existed long before we were born. We are simply part of a long line of humans sharing movement, rhythm, and knowledge, passed on from generation to generation.

 

I am simply a dancer. A soul in a human body, dancing through life.

And I want to share the richness, freedom, and diversity I’ve had the privilege to experience, so others can discover it too.

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