So I’ve been seeing fka twigs’ dance videos everywhere lately and kept wondering how she stays so fit. Decided to actually try her routines myself instead of just watching. Here’s how it went down.
Phase 1: The “This Can’t Be That Hard” Delusion
Clicked on one of her Instagram reels first thing Monday morning. Figured I’d just follow along real quick before breakfast. Big mistake. That woman moves like liquid mercury and I was over here like a rusty tin man. Five minutes in, my lungs were burning and my legs felt like overcooked noodles. Had to hit pause just to remember how to breathe normally.
Phase 2: Actually Admitting I Needed Structure
Scoured YouTube for actual tutorials breaking down her style. Found this 30-minute choreography video supposedly “beginner friendly.” Spoiler: it wasn’t. Tried copying the footwork while holding onto my kitchen counter for dear life. Still tripped over my own feet twice. The isolations? Forget it. My body doesn’t bend that way sober.
Made adjustments:
- Cut the routine length in half – no shame
- Ditched the complex arm waves initially
- Put a yoga mat down so I wouldn’t kill myself slipping
- Actually stretched properly beforehand (game changer)
Phase 3: Grinding Through the Awkwardness
Kept at it every other day like clockwork. Wednesday’s session was pure frustration – couldn’t nail this one spin move without getting dizzy and stumbling into my couch. Thursday I literally screamed when I finally landed it clean. My neighbors probably think I’m nuts. Focused hard on:
- Engaging my core like she does in videos (abs were trembling)
- Controlled breathing instead of gasping like a fish
- Smaller movements first, then expanding range
Where I’m At Now
Been two weeks straight. Can now do that spin consistently without wanting to puke. My version of her “liquid spine” move still looks more like a rusty hinge, but hey – progress. Biggest surprises:
- Felt muscle soreness in places I forgot existed (hello, obliques)
- My sweat levels could rival a monsoon season
- Actually craving water like never before
Still can’t magically transform into a gravity-defying goddess like twigs overnight. But my shirt fits looser around the waist and I caught myself moving differently while brushing my teeth yesterday. Small wins. Gonna keep butchering her choreography till it clicks. At least my cat seems entertained watching me flail around the living room.
