EFFORTLESS IS A LIE SOMEONE WORKED VERY HARD TO TELL YOU
I’ve sunk deeep into my couch at 11pm, wearing the same leggings I taught in seventeen hours earlier, watching a Dallas Cowboys Cheerleader talk about a panic attack she had in the locker room - full hair and makeup, sequins catching the light, telling a camera crew things she might not even tell her own mother - and I have not moved in forty minutes. This is America's Sweethearts. This show is one of the most personally riveting things I've watched about female ambition in years.
Yes, they’re cheerleaders. But don't think they're dumb. They’re elite athletes, performers, women chasing excellence in front of tens of thousands of people, training relentlessly, absorbing rejection & near-defeat with unflappable grace.
What gets me about the show isn’t just the sparkles (pretty!) or the jump splits (equal parts impressive and horrifying). It’s that the performance never ends.
In the grainy archival footage, the 1980s cheerleaders, several of whom are now the coaches and choreographers running the show, you see the women in their big-hair big-smiles Texan glory, shaking their poms on the sidelines. Presumably, when the games ended, they stepped off the field, wiped off the makeup, changed into sweatpants, went home.
Now the performance follows them home. These women aren't just polished under stadium lights anymore - they're expected to be charming in interviews, funny on TikTok, vulnerable enough to seem real but aspirational enough that you keep watching, gracious with every fan who wants a piece of them at the grocery store.
They talk openly about anxiety, about reading misogynistic Reddit comments they wish they hadn’t, about being always-on, about trying to remember the person underneath the uniform. And I sat there thinking - well. Isn't that just womanhood right now.
Not the white boots. Not the double jointed hips. But that strange feeling of being your own full-time production company - star, director, stylist, publicist, and unpaid social media manager, all before your coffee's cold. We don't just live our lives anymore, we package them. Document them. Add a soundtrack. Post the reel, then the behind-the-scenes reel of the reel, and look good while doing it.
Every emotion comes with an assignment now: capture it, caption it, share it, somehow extract meaning from it while you're still standing inside it. We call it main character energy, which sounds empowering right up until you realize the main character is in Every. Single. Scene.
I can’t pin down when we decided every good moment needed a press release. When a vacation became content, a birthday became a shoot, a quiet realization became something you feel vaguely responsible for turning into a caption before you've even finished having it. I do this too - I'll be in the middle of something real and catch myself already drafting how I'll describe it later.
I spent years working as a costume designer before I opened the studios, and if there's one thing I know, it's that ‘effortless' is a lie a whole team of people worked very hard to tell you. Countless fittings. Midnight alterations. Bust pads. Butt pads. Hair & Make-up sprinting in from just outside the frame so the actor inside it looks like she woke up like this. Even the BTS footage is its own production - somebody chose that angle too.
The cheerleaders talk about not making the team. About disordered eating. About the cost of trying to look perfect while feeling anything but, in a world that expects women, specifically, to narrate their own lives in real time. Most of these women are in their early twenties. Training six days a week, sometimes holding down a full-time job on top of it, absorbing more public scrutiny in a single Sunday than most of us face in a year - and still showing up to practice on Monday.
In a world where everyone wants to look effortlessly good at everything, it's genuinely refreshing to watch people openly work for excellence. Sweat through it. Get cut, and come back a year later. The people I find most inspiring are never the ones who made it look easy. They're the ones who let you see that excellence is messy, that confidence gets practiced like anything else, that ambition and insecurity hold each other’s hand.
I'm still on the couch, rooting for them. Forcing myself to bed before Netflix asks if I'm still watching. If they can show up like that on four hours of sleep to a stadium of roaring Cowboys fans, I can show up for a Tuesday.
Guest instructor Lauren N is taking yoga outside! Join her for a rotating outdoor yoga series on Monday evenings in parks across the Bronx for just $5. We start July 20 at Ambrosini Field on City Island, with all proceeds this month supporting earthquake relief efforts in Venezuela.
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🍂 Escape to Kingston This Fall
Our Hudson Valley Retreat is just around the corner, and the waitlist is now open. Spend a long autumn weekend with us in Kingston filled with Pilates, yoga, beautiful hikes, incredible food, crisp October air, and good company. If a little time away sounds exactly right, we'd love to have you.