Dance because there's nothing else like it for a good soul shaking. Dance like it's the only way out of nuclear disaster and you can save the world if you did. Dance wildly and ecstatically, drunkenly with abandonment. Dance because wild women owe it to themselves and the rest of the world. Dance because in these dark times when the world wages it's wars on women's bodies, by twisting them and shaping them, raping them and breaking them and selling them and selling to them, it can be the only resistance. Dance any way you like. Dance like a mad woman. Shake your belly and let all it's jiggling layers make mockery of the sizes they tell you, you should be. Breasts heaving, and toes tripping, sweat dripping and anger spuming. Dance. Look them in the eyes and Dance.
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