The Day My Cousin Caught Me Dancing On My Own

On being seen and that being okay, I guess. On dancing. On the many bad dance moves I have blessed the dancefloor with.

Once, my cousin caught me teaching myself dance moves in the floor length mirror in his room. I don’t know how long he stood there, smiling to himself, watching as I flailed about, throwing my arms and legs into positions equating to my favourite pop stars’ signature moves. I don’t know if he thought I looked stupid or I looked cute or I looked like I s…