My yoga practice is the only time I ever stop sucking in my stomach.
It’s such an unbreakable, imbedded habit. You are not appropriate as you are, therefore you must disguise yourself at every turn. What a release it is to feel my body as just that, a body, a container, parts that move together as a whole, not a display piece. Not here for my aesthetic pleasure, but here as a piece of glorious biology.
Beautiful
