I was in medical school when I discovered belly dance. I had danced my entire childhood, and had had years of competitive training in ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and other formats. As much as I enjoyed school, I never felt more alive than when I danced. In college and medical school, I thought my dancing days were behind me, and I missed it terribly. When I discovered belly dance, and specifically Moon Belly, I was thrilled and inspired—this is a dance that utilizes muscle isolations in ways I’d never imagined were possible, that celebrates bodies of all shapes and sizes, and the dancers are women from all walks of life.
These days, I am a busy family doctor. Most of my time and energy are focused on noble goals – easing suffering, healing sickness, and reducing risk of future disease – but I am often frustratingly limited by logistics, finances, or time. I sometimes forget why I fell in love with medicine in the first place, but when I dance, I remember. I am grateful for ears to hear the music and a mind that sees the rhythm. I delight in movement and thank God for strong bones and hearty muscles. I can hardly fathom how my body is made of billions of cells that work together to make art. When we use our bodies to tell a story, it is nothing short of magic.