C.C.G that’s what I call myself. Cute Chunky Girl. I don’t go a week without someone telling me how adorable I am. It doesn’t matter how awesome I think my choreography is or how inventive my new move is or even the fact that I can slide into the splits or spin into a Turkish Drop. I am just so damn cute. In my earlier years, this just burned me up. In my selfish mind, I believed that cute was a compliment that covered up what people thought of my dancing. I wanted people to say “That dance was awesome.” or “You danced beautifully.” Instead, I felt like a newly born puppy that everyone has to love. You know what I am talking about, that puppy that poops and pees and tears up the house, but you have to love it because it is cute.
Now, the chunky part. I blame the Lovato’s for this. Horrible genetics. The woman have huge boobs and flat butts. It would not be so bad if my tummy wasn’t so thick and squarish. And, no matter how many squats and legs lifts I do, I will never have a Kardashian ass. I still haven’t learned to deal with this, although some days are better than others. “Maybe if my stomach was smaller, you could see that I do have some roundness in my booty.” I think to myself often. My stomach is not round because of lack of exercise or overeating. It is my deep addiction to soda.
“Damn you Coca-cola! Damn you straight to hell!” I often say out-loud. Now, I don’t blame the soda company for its yummy goodness. I mean one soda is fine but for me, Ranee: cuteness extraordinaire, one soda sometimes is not enough. I can drink Coke morning, noon and night. A fountain from McDonald’s for me is like ambrosia for the Gods. It’s the corn-syrup I am addicted too, as it is for so many. I tried drinking the real sugar one that is found in some of the Mexican owned stores in the South Valley but it just does not do the trick for me. I may need some tough love, a hypnotist or a new addiction to cure my undying love for Coke.
Recently, I have tried something new: soda water. Yes, you know what I am talking about, club soda. The drink of recovering alcoholics or recovering corn-syrup drinkers. Many people around me now ask, “How can you drink that? It taste like Alka-Seltzer.” I have no idea to answer this question. Honestly, I think it taste fine. It is bubbly with zero calories. I mean I am down from drinking six Cokes a day to about two Cokes a day. For me this is a start. You can’t forget your first love;I mean first addiction.
So that explains my chunkiness. As for my adorable cuteness, it must come from the fact that I love what I do and that is dancing and performing. I have been a natural ham all my life and although I am not skinny I have a nice smile. I enjoy my Facebook picture postings and videos that I put up. When I danced with Souhail Kasper recently I wanted to put an additional seven pictures up on my posting, but I thought that may be a little too much even for me. I don’t think any of the other dancer’s, who danced with him that night, posted pictures of themselves and believe me they took some hot photo’s. I assume they just are not as needy as I am. I get giddy with all the comments and likes I received from those photos I posted up on Facebook, even from the people who do not really know me or like my dancing.
I mentioned my cute issue with one of my male students recently. He told me that was probably the nicest compliment that someone could give me and insisted that it was a term of endearment from other dancer’s and audience members. He also told me, “It’s easy for a twenty something to be cute. You have to earn being cute when your older and that just shows how young you look and how young at heart you are.” “Ouch” I thought, “I really must be a total ass to have thought otherwise.”
So, now as I near to my fortieth birthday this year, I appreciate the cute compliment. I look in the mirror, see the newly gray hairs that need to be dyed and look at my wrinkles made from laughter and smiling. I like the way I look a think of the positive things. I mean I love my legs, boobs and mischievous grin. I am cute, not beautiful or gorgeous but cute is awesome. Hell, I could be the next Betty White. And wouldn’t that be nice? I hope I can be a cute old gal.
As for my pancake ass – more squats.