![]() Our palms slap, and she pulls me in for a hug. I jump up and down in my unicorn hot shorts, reaching my arm out to her for a high-five. It cracks like lightning against the concrete of the industrial studio space. When her toes touch back down on the floor, she laughs. Her silver hair sweeps wide, suspended in the air. In the studio, she takes three small steps and lifts off the floor. “But I’ve been worried about what people think of me for too long and now, I’d like to sign up.” ![]() ![]() “I’ve been hesitating to try a pole dance class, worried about what other people would think of me,” she wrote. Jennifer was about to turn 60 years old when she came to my pole dance studio.
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