Transformation of the Art

Bellydance has evolved phenomenally since I came to recognize it. My first memories go back to the early 90's in Borujerd, Iran. A gender ambiguous 4 year old adorned with a bowl cut and quintessential 90's fashion, the denim dungaree. Those were simpler times. As I sat in a corner with a plateful of sweets and fruit, my mum danced her heart out centerstage (living room) in the ladies' high tea. Then my dad's cousin took over, busting out her version of bellydance or 'raqs arabi' as we knew