I admit, as I write this post, I am sitting at my desk, snarfing down a bowl of cheese grits and drinking some good ole sweet tea. I have just returned from teaching my evening yoga class and I find that I am angry. Yes. Just exiting my mat and I am angry. Not very yoga like but guess what? Neither are the cheese grits and neither is the sweet tea. I am human.
As a yoga instructor, I encounter woman every single day who feel that they are less than they should be. They come to my classes searching for answers. Answers to questions lately like “Why don’t I look like HER?” [Read more…]