Pole Dancing

I walked into class nervous in gym shorts. Four sessions later, I’m spinning into a new version of myself.

Let me paint you a picture: It’s my first pole dancing class. I walk in wearing my spanks and a nervous smile, only to be greeted by a sea of radiant goddesses in 10-inch heels, strappy lingerie, and confidence that could knock you off your stilettos. They twirled, flipped, and climbed that pole like they were born in a Vegas spotlight. I, meanwhile, was still trying to figure out which side of the pole was the front.

Intimidating? 100%.

Did I almost bail after the warm-up?

Absolutely.

But something told me to stay. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe it was stubbornness. Or maybe it was the quiet voice inside whispering, "This could be your kind of power."

Class one was a chaotic mix of slippery hands, awkward spins, and the growing realization that pole dancing is not for the faint of heart—or thigh. But fast-forward to class four, and everything shifted.

Suddenly, the mirror didn’t feel like my enemy. The pole wasn’t an obstacle—it was an extension of me. And that hesitant beginner who didn’t want to be seen? She was flipping her hair, arching her back, and feeling something she hadn’t in a long time: free.

What I’ve Learned in Four Classes:

• Sensuality is a muscle. And just like any muscle, it gets stronger the more you move it.

• You don’t have to look like them to feel like you. I’ll never forget the instructor saying, “There’s no wrong body for this. Just a body in motion.”

• Heels aren’t required—but confidence is contagious. Being surrounded by women fully owning their space cracked something open in me. By week two, I bought the heels. By week three, I wore the shorts. By week four? I stopped worrying what anyone thought.

Pole dancing didn’t just challenge my body—it dared me to redefine what confidence looks like. And it’s not about the perfect spin or the sexiest strut. It’s about reclaiming movement, desire, and space without apology.

So here’s your dare: Take the class. Wear the shorts. Try the heels. Let yourself feel sexy—even if (especially if) it’s just for you.

Spinning forward,

Britney

Here’s my first pole class video, featuring premium-grade flailing and my heroic attempt at being sexy—turns out, gravity isn’t a fan. Stay tuned for a follow-up video in a few weeks, where I aim to seduce without bruising my ego (or elbows).

WEEK 1

WEEK 2