Some time back I felt like dancing. I must have been six or seven. All the girls in my class were in ballet and I wasn't. But one day I felt like dancing and I just did something. Nothing serious, nothing ballet-like. I just went with the rythm in my head.
I was laughed at. I looked stupid, they told me. What I was doing wasn't gracious enough and thus I deserved to be laughed at.
Years later I was listening to the radio during art class and I was moving my head and arms a bit. Once again I was laughed at, this time because I wasn't doing the same thing as the girls next to me. I did what felt right, but it wasn't right according to others and thus I deserved to be laughed at. I never danced again without being overly aware of my weirdly flapping arms.

From Envy's Make it Happen List
#3: Dance with someone without feeling ashamed of my spastic moves
Status: Awesomeness Achieved

As you might know by now, I made a list of things I wanted to do for various reasons. This was one of the things I wanted to do because I never knew what it was like to be carefree while dancing. I got superclose to achieving this goal at prom, until T. realized with whom he was dancing.
Then I went to Peru, a place which was perfect to get some Make it Happen things done. Because in a rural town called Chivay, I was able to cross another one off my list.

In Chivay we went to a restaurant to eat guinea pig. Our tour guide had chosen the restaurant because the served guinea pig (except the night we were there) and also because of the live entertainment. Every night there was a dance performance. We were strictly forbidden to join the dancers. No matter how often they'd ask us, we had to say 'no', because if we went dancing we'd probably pass out because of the altitude. I was so disappointed at that moment.
But that night, as we were eating, our tour guide was suddenly up there dancing with one of the dancers. We all laughed and joked that he was a hypocrite. The dancers the asked other people from our group to join, but everyone refused. Everyone except me.
Suddenly I was dancing some traditional Peruvian dance with some cute Peruvian guy. I enjoyed it so much. Even when I had to dress up as a dude as part of the dance. 

Sometimes all you have to do is to DON'T GIVE A SHIT

I laughed and danced and laughed some more. I got dizzy but didn't pass out. Everyone said I did so well and that it was so nice of me to go dancing when I finally sat down to eat something. Everyone said so, but when they were asked, they all said 'no'. The dancer I'd danced with asked everyone at our table and everyone refused. I felt sorry for him and danced with him again.

I don't always dance, but when I do it looks chaotic :)

I think I did well that night. I overcame one of my fears, I didn't feel ashamed, not even a second, and had a great night. Since that day I've danced a lot more. You can now regularly see me dancing around the room with the radio turned up so loud you might go deaf. The spastic moves will never improve but the enjoyment I get out of them has skyrocketed!