Life with three kids, including a newborn, is non-stop.
Most of my day is spent juggling school runs, feeding the baby, changing nappies and housework.
It’s easy to feel like there’s no time left for me. Movement is the one thing that gives me space to breathe and feel like me again.
After my son was born, I found it hard to step back into the gym. Everyone seemed to know what they were doing, and it was daunting.
I felt out of place and unsure.
At first, I’d hide away in the women’s area, but gradually I started joining small group classes. Having an instructor built my confidence, and little by little I began to feel stronger – in my body and in myself.
But the place where I truly come alive is my Caribbean dance fitness classes.
Twice a week, on Tuesday and Thursday nights, I join a group of women in a school hall.
The music kicks in and for an hour we move, sweat and laugh together. It feels less like exercise and more like a carnival. As we dance and I try my best to twerk, we forget all our worries.
It’s more than just dancing. It’s a sisterhood – women of all ages and cultures coming together in a safe space.
Sometimes we talk about life, sometimes we cry, but mostly we lift each other higher. I’ve even got my mum, nieces and daughter coming along - three generations, moving together side by side.
That sense of family and support is what keeps me coming back.
If I’m not dancing, I still find ways to move.
At home, I’ll do squats using my baby as a weight for some added resistance training. I also try to get out with the pushchair as much as possible, whatever the weather.
But nothing comes close to the joy I feel in my dance sessions. For me, movement isn’t just about fitness, it’s about fun, freedom and women supporting women. And that’s a wonderful thing.