Cost of sexy

Channel Seven are filming a documentary called "Bringing Sexy Back" and, much to my dismay, I am going to feature in it. The camera crew were at Zumba tonight, recording the star of the show and, unfortunately, after the intro the camera guy put her next to me.

Now, to put it into perspective, I go hard at Zumba. I'm the freak who jumps up, hits the floor, does full squats and waves her hands in the air. Because I just don't care. It's an hour out of my week where I can fully escape the clusterfuck of life and dance my toush off. The energy I put into the class is reflected in so many disgusting ways. I end up with a river of sweat flowing down my meagre cleavage which soaks my bra, my face is beet root red, my hair is sopping and I get a batman patch on my pants (akin to bat butt below). It. Is. Not. Pretty.