BODY INTELLIGENCE ACADEMY

There's something deeply personal about how we process endings. Some of us linger in the aftermath, while others—like myself—seem to turn the corner with surprising speed. This ability to move forward decisively after relationships end has been both a strength and a source of quiet self-doubt.

I often wonder about this aspect of my personality. In many ways, it's a valuable trait—not spending excessive time grieving, wallowing, or lamenting past relationships. I acknowledge the pain, feel the loss, and then continue walking my path. But sometimes, in moments of late-night reflection, I can't help but question: "Am I just a stone cold bitch?"

This can't be the whole truth. I'm extremely sentimental—I cry during movies and quite often find myself touched by life's small, simple moments. The contradiction lies in how, once I've decided a relationship needs to end, I rarely look back. I experience sadness and loss, certainly, but I become incredibly stoic. The juxtaposition is striking: ...

Maybe it was my fault for thinking I could just treat dance as some side hobby , something to do just for fun. After all I had bombed my audition at the University of the Arts in Philadelphia, so maybe a career in dance wasn’t on my horizon. When I got accepted to Virginia State University I was elated to be going to an HBCU. I had gotten over the disappointment of being rejected from my first choice of school, (and my second, Howard university) and if we’re being honest and had made peace with the fact that I was headed to Petersburg, VA to study sociology. I fucked off my first 2 years of high school and I was paying for it.  While it wasn't an arts institution like UArts, and it didn’t have a dance program like Howard, it did have a “dance team” and offer a dance class in the form of a P.E requirement. I thought that would be enough.

Damn was I wrong. The dance class was miserable. We didn’t even wear dance attire, instead donning the blue shorts and white t shirts that were req...