{"version":"1.0","provider_name":"Soft Sensibilities","provider_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog","author_name":"Kimberly","author_url":"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/author\/kimberlypearl-92gmail-com\/","title":"adventures in bellydancing: hips don't lie &#8226; Soft Sensibilities","type":"rich","width":600,"height":338,"html":"<blockquote class=\"wp-embedded-content\" data-secret=\"f8HN86W8i1\"><a href=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/adventures-in-bellydancing-hips-dont-lie\/\">adventures in bellydancing: hips don&#8217;t lie<\/a><\/blockquote><iframe sandbox=\"allow-scripts\" security=\"restricted\" src=\"https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/adventures-in-bellydancing-hips-dont-lie\/embed\/#?secret=f8HN86W8i1\" width=\"600\" height=\"338\" title=\"&#8220;adventures in bellydancing: hips don&#8217;t lie&#8221; &#8212; Soft Sensibilities\" data-secret=\"f8HN86W8i1\" frameborder=\"0\" marginwidth=\"0\" marginheight=\"0\" scrolling=\"no\" class=\"wp-embedded-content\"><\/iframe><script type=\"text\/javascript\">\n\/* <![CDATA[ *\/\n\/*! This file is auto-generated *\/\n!function(d,l){\"use strict\";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&\"undefined\"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!\/[^a-zA-Z0-9]\/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret=\"'+t.secret+'\"]'),c=new RegExp(\"^https?:$\",\"i\"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display=\"none\";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute(\"style\"),\"height\"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):\"link\"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute(\"src\")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener(\"message\",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener(\"DOMContentLoaded\",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll(\"iframe.wp-embedded-content\"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute(\"data-secret\"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+=\"#?secret=\"+t,e.setAttribute(\"data-secret\",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:\"ready\",secret:t},\"*\")},!1)))}(window,document);\n\/\/# sourceURL=https:\/\/kimberlypearl.co\/blog\/wp-includes\/js\/wp-embed.min.js\n\/* ]]> *\/\n<\/script>\n","description":"Adventures in Bellydancing: My First Class. I think every woman should take a bellydancing class. If not now, at some point in your life. It doesn&#8217;t matter when. Age is irrelevant.\u00a0Just do it. It may not to be everyone&#8217;s taste. Some women feel empowered running marathons, some by lifting weights, some by pole dancing. (I feel most powerful when I&#8217;m performing; that&#8217;s just me.) But of these women and those not included in the aforementioned, some are not so comfortable with their bodies. How they look, how they carry themselves. How they&#8217;re clothed, how they&#8217;re naked. Some don&#8217;t feel comfortable in their curves, others wish for them. It&#8217;s okay. I remember a Sex and the City episode where Miranda and Carrie turn into the latest fitness craze, &#8220;The Inner Goddess.&#8221;\u00a0Women are draped in swathes of pastel chiffon scarves, waving them, spinning with them, (attempting to) seductively move their hips with them. Miranda feels awkward &#8211;\u00a0My hips don&#8217;t pop, I&#8217;m a guy\u00a0&#8211; and gives up. This isn&#8217;t helping me find my inner goddess, only my inner humiliation.\u00a0I&#8217;m never gonna be a girly girl. I never will. And no woman should have to mold themselves to whatever is socially defined as &#8220;feminine.&#8221;&hellip;","thumbnail_url":"http:\/\/abitcoquettish.files.wordpress.com\/2012\/05\/bellydancing-vignette.jpg"}