Back home, I returned to Group Groove
, a hiphop dance workout class I get to any week I can. Go ahead and click on that link, you'll see what my inner flygirl thinks I look like . To the untrained eye at the gym, though, I look like a dork. Best thing about being me now? I really don't care what I look like while I dance. I always leave laughing and aerobically fortified. Or depleted, whatever. My wardrobe is way not
hiphop cool. For months I've been sure that if I could tweak my look, I'd surely dance better.
Last week I figured out what I needed: a head wrap. A non-wooly headwrap