You Do You, Girlfriend.

I've mentioned before that I take a barre class called Pop Physique.  I've been going for over a year now and I think I'm pretty good at it.  I'm on the older side of the group so being better than the young ones makes me stupidly happy.  So I'm in class the other day and there is a typical millennial girl next to me at the barre.  Her figure is quite zaftig and she's rocking a midriff-baring workout bra top with a plunging neckline and matching leggings that have cutouts all along the sides of her legs.  It's something to behold, but god bless her Lena Dunham-loving heart, she's rocking it proud.  She had made it very clear at the beginning of the class that she was taking 2 classes in a row.  FIne girl, suit yourself.  So the class begins and right out of the gate she's just doing her own thing.  OK fine, you warmed up before so I guess you don't have to do it again.  Once the class gets into full swing, she is improvising all over the damn place.  I pride myself on being able to keep time so, when this girl starts bopping around to the beat of her own drummer, I start to get distracted.  And she's struggling. I mean, red-faced and gasping kind of struggling.  My inner ballerina is really enjoying this because, as I said, I like being better than the young cocky ones.  It was a really crowded class so she was uncomfortably close to me for the whole thing.  I began to obsess about how annoyed I was with her.  Near the end of class, she finally called it quits and leaves early.  I am thrilled and Then I start wondering....why did she bug me so much?  Was it because she went into class being all "I'm so good at this I'm doing it twice in a row" and actually wasn't that great or was it something else.  I have to admit, I long to be the teacher's pet so deviating from the program is something I would never do. Drawing attention to myself is horrifying.  This girl wasn't doing anything wrong in the world, just to me.  It's so funny that we can project our insecurities onto other people by judging them.  I do it all the time.  All.  The.  Time.  I'm going to try to be better about that.  It's a process because I am self-admittedly super judgey.  I'm also super insecure.  Magic combination, right?  So I say to the girl that bugged the shit outta me in barre class - Fly your I'm-so-cool flag.  Flash that midriff and show off how not-so-well you can do the splits.  I'll be over here doing my best to keep my relevés in time and my thoughts positive.  You still bugged me, at least I know why.  You do you, girlfriend. 

OK, as you were.