Poppin' my way through the new year

I've signed up for a hip hop dance class for the winter/spring. While I'm super-excited for this class, there are two minor problems:

1. I feel like a fat cow compared to the other 6 women in my class, and given that I'm not all that thick, it's quite depressing and distracting.

2. The ladies all crack jokes about "white girl" dancing and "ghetto booties." You aren't from the ghetto (the nearest one to Fort Collins is at least 60 miles away) and no one thinks its any funnier when throw race into it. So don't.