Dance Of Happiness

I am a dancer. I was born to dance. I loved dancing more than anything until my daughter came along. Then everything took second place. I had the joy of watching her develop and grow into the pixie faced angel that she is, but all too soon I had to go back to work. As my daughter began a new phase in her life, the life of daycare, I struggled to get back into the groove of my dance career. I worked out, I trained and practiced until I had regained my feet. It is true that your body never forgets and when you have muscles that were once already developed, it is easier to snap back into place but I never though once thought about stretch marks. No, I did not have any stretch marks on my belly. My stretch marks were on the back of my calves. I had high blood pressure during my pregnancy and my legs and feet swelled to the point of near explosion. The skin on the back of my calves had stretched out and I was now left with marks. What in the world was I to do? My legs were what gave me my career. They were flawed to the point that even my instructors were telling me what type of cover up I might be able to use. I tried to mask them with foundation, powder and I even tried cover up for tattoos but they were so indented in that it was obvious I had stretch marks that I was attempting to cover up. A fellow dancer took pity on me and told me about this cream she used to rid herself of stretch marks on her belly. She swore by it and showed me her smooth tummy for effect. Of course I tried it and to this day I will forever be grateful to her. The marks are gone. the skin is smooth with no grooves. I can dance with joy!

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