Editor's note: A version of this article was originally published on Nicole Harmon's blog, Have Joy. It has been republished here with permission.
I was sitting at a red light on my way to work in 2007, when a movement on the sidewalk a short way ahead of me caught my attention. My eyes landed on a woman, probably in her early 60s. She was a little soft and saggy, she was jiggling in places most of us women don't want to jiggle and she was wearing only a sports bra, spandex shorts and headphones.
I was surprised to see an older body in spandex — it's just not something I have seen very often. And as I watched her, my astonishment grew. She would speed-walk five or six steps, stop, close her eyes, throw her arms out, and with wild, childlike abandon, completely dance her little spandex-clad heart out. I'm talking pelvic thrusting, swinging her hair around, saggy skin shaking this way and that kind of dancing.
Then, she would speed walk a few more steps and repeat the dancing jubilee. She was singing the words to whatever song she was listening to and was completely oblivious to all the people who were staring at her and judging her.
I laughed out loud and watched her until the light turned green. Didn't she realize everyone was watching her? Didn't she know her body was sagging in ways that you're supposed to cover up, not flaunt? I was embarrassed for her.
As I drove away, my thoughts lingered on this woman and I began to realize a few amazing things about her. I realized that she undoubtedly knew people were watching her, but she didn't care. She. Didn't. Care. How she felt about herself was more important to her than what strangers in passing cars thought about her. This woman wasn't self-conscious of her 60-year-old body or her 40-year-old dance moves. I realized that she was confident, that she embraced her curves and wrinkles and still found herself beautiful enough to wear spandex and a sports bra in public. That was more than I could say about my confidence in my own body. She was doing what she wanted and she was having fun doing it.
My embarrassment for her began to transform into envy. How often do I let my insecurities keep me from doing? How often does my concern with what others are thinking dictate how I live? What would it be like to be so convinced that I am enough, that I allow myself to enjoy? Would I take more pictures with my children? Would I apply for that promotion? Would I accept compliments more freely? Would I try a new exercise class, go back to school, volunteer in the community or put on a swimsuit and not once think a negative thought about my body?
Sadly, most of us cannot imagine what that would be like, to live a life free from the burden of how other people might judge us. So thank you, half-dressed street-dancing lady. Thank you for wearing your spandex and teaching me an invaluable lesson as you danced your way through life.