Fat Girl Rule: Move slowly so your fat doesn’t jiggle, drawing attention to your body. But that uncomfortable-in-my-own-skin feeling fades as the music blares and Catalina squeal-screams, going all bananas with us, during the tribute to Selena. If dance partners were food, Catalina and I would be peanut butter and jelly. Cookies and milk. Chips and salsa. We’re different, but make a perfect combo, heads, hips, and hands moving in sync.
