I am passionately in love with myself, but it has not always been this way for me. I have always loved to dance, but I have not always been welcomed or encouraged by my peers, teachers and inspiration-creators. I am “Big Boned” and could certainly never be a modern dancer much less a ballerina… I have no connection to my ancestry, you know: those people with blond hair and blue eyes. I am Mèxican in my blood and west African in my heart.

I am just me. It’s all I can be. I am here to tear down the labels of big boned and white Caucasian and never-a-ballet-dancer in peace and post in their place simple love-filled-ease. I am here to redefine the world for myself so that instead of labels, there is only light. And where there is Light, there is Life. And where there is Life, there is Love. And if I am Love, I will infect Love!

I am here to enjoy this life, not to suffer over my personal importance or a story that is not my Authentic Heaven on Earth and that I didn’t even agree to creating! I am here to be a reflection of the Divine: Simple-Multi-Dimensional-Ease-Rich-LIFE.

I am a dancing camel (my FAVORITE story besides “Where The Wild Things Are”):

The Camel had her heart set on becoming a ballet dancer. “To make every movement a thing of grace and beauty,” said the Camel. “That is my one and only desire.”

Again and again she practiced her pirouettes, her releves, and her arabesques. She repeated the five basic positions a hundred times each day. She worked for long months under the hot desert sun. Her feet were blistered, and her body ached with fatigue, but not once did she think of stopping.

At last the Camel said, “Now I am a dancer.” She announced a recital and danced before an invited group of camel friends and critics. When her dance was over, she made a deep bow.

There was no applause.

“I must tell you frankly,” said a member of the audience, “as a critic and a spokesman for this group, that you are lumpy and humpy. You are baggy and bumpy. You are, like the rest of us, simply a camel. You are NOT and never will be a ballet dancer.”

Chuckling and laughing, the crowd moved away across the sand.

“How very wrong they are,” said the Camel. “I have worked hard. There can be no doubt that I am a splendid dancer. I will dance and dance just for myself.”

That is just what she did. It gave her many years of pleasure.

And here is my definition of beauty… This Goddess danced in my dance class until the last month of her pregnancy! I photographed her, her son and her husband in their cozy and colorful house last week. Today she is mother to a beautiful daughter