I've been dancing to La Roux in my room for the past week or so. There's something empowering about those filthy, British synthesized beats and sweet lyrics:
"It's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention...
I'm not your toy..."
And of course, my anthem this year has been "Bulletproof". And no, I haven't been scorned by a recent lover, but I feel fiesty and encouraged. Perhaps it's recovering from those past days of heartache. My movement has become a dance that feels more like a victory stomp.
It feels good to have your passion restored.
"It's all false love and affection
You don't want me
You just like the attention...
I'm not your toy..."
And of course, my anthem this year has been "Bulletproof". And no, I haven't been scorned by a recent lover, but I feel fiesty and encouraged. Perhaps it's recovering from those past days of heartache. My movement has become a dance that feels more like a victory stomp.
It feels good to have your passion restored.