She liked to dance. She liked to move her body. She had seen others do it a million times. She was an idealist. She dreamt of moving like them and now, she had the opportunity to learn how to do so. She was in the middle of maybe 15 sweaty girls/women who were 1 or 2 years older on average. The room was so crowded she barely could see herself on the mirror. It didn't matter, even if she was in the front (which she could never have the courage to do), she never had time to look at herself because her eyes were always fixed on the teacher who swinged from one move to the other. She never had the time to learn correctly the first move.
Yet, it didn't matter because she could do this everyday, the whole week, the whole year. She wished she could do these things instead of having to think all the time about things that made her doubt herself every minute. She was thrown from one polar to the other. The winter was almost gone but she was still fighting the storm inside her.