stuck in my head.

I am a terrible dancer. 

I can find the beat. I have rhythm. I just don't have coordinated movement between what is happening in my mind versus what my legs and arms are actually doing. It's very unfortunate. 

I also white-girl snap like a cham-peeeeeeee-yone. If you don't know what I mean by "white-girl snap" it's from an old, old Ellen clip where she talks about people who don't know what to do with their hands when they [I] dance so they [I] end up just snapping their [my] fingers. 

I am plagued by the snaps. 

And duck lips. 

Basically when I dance my body betrays me. 

Isn't that how it should be? 

xo