Where skills don't match passion

I love to dance. There's nothing else that immediately sets my mood on the up than dancing. But I suck. I truly suck. People mock my 'style'. There are times when I toy with the idea of stopping. I worry that I embarrass the people that I am with. But the joy I get from dancing means that I just cannot. I feel like I am being untrue to myself; depriving myself of something that makes me so happy