I’m a poser
Just back from my posing lesson, it was a lot less scary than I imagined. Though I’m not sure I’m going to remember it all. Wobbly on my feet was certainly the best way to describe me. My heels felt very different on hard wood floors than they do on our loungeroom carpet.
My favourite part was when I was told "you just put your arms like this; then do the lat thing". Erm… the lat thing is what you’re supposed to be showing me! Apparently I did ok on the lat thing and my abs are going to be my feature in my routine. Who’d have thought I’d have abs, but there they were smiling back at me.
I’ve been instructed to go through the poses along with my All Female Classic DVD and do all the turns and stuff until I know them inside out. I also need to find somewhere non carpeted to practice which is either my tiny kitchen or the garage. Garage would be fine in summer, but it’s mid-winter here!
Every time I meet with a new person about my figure conquest I have this secret self destructive desire that they’ll tell me I can’t do it. Every time, they only have encouraging words. Most of the time I entirely believe in myself. When I’m talking to the boy or my Dad about it I’m almost cocky in my optimism, after all what do they know about figures. For my reckoning I’ve cleared my last ‘expert’ until I step on stage.
I’m feeling more, and less, like a poser every day.
