i think i'd make a pretty belly dancer <3
for the longest time i genuinely hated my body. all my rolls and how soft and pudgy i am, i hated it all of it.
but recently i've been thinking... maybe i was never supposed to hate my body. i'm middle eastern. my ancestors had bodies exactly like mine, and i can't change my genetics.
i've come to appreciate the fact that my ancestors created belly dancing. imagine loving soft bellies so much that you built an entire dance around it being the centre of attention, the fact that it could hypnotise men.
and ngl i can imagine myself wearing one of those beautiful little outfits with little gold coins stitched into the fabric, my fat gut hanging out underneath, my fat tits just spilling out of the top because they've gotten just a little too big. i know my core isn't strong enough to do all the fancy moves... i'd probably just end up jiggling my tits and double belly for you to show off how breedable and fertile i am.
i'd want to belly dance in front of a crowd, and maybe the first man to toss a little gold coin at my feet gets promoted to be my feeder or just play with my belly however he wants.
(a belly dancer performing alongside a darbuka player, c. 1970sโ1990s)




















