Lying on my mat, I am struggling to lean into the position that the others are holding. I compare myself to my neighbor, limb by limb, checking whether my knees are too far apart or too close together and if my foot should be pointed or flexed, as though I’m studying a pair of line drawings to find the discrepancies between them. For one, the grimace on my face is absent on hers. We are doing what our instructor refers to as inner-thigh toners, but my center of gravity is off, and my leg is trembling, and a fire is starting inside my hipbone.
your writing is light and beautiful, even when you are speaking of heavy and painful things. It truly is an amazing feeling when you come to understand how your body releases, what is comforting, what is challenging. <3
your writing is light and beautiful, even when you are speaking of heavy and painful things. It truly is an amazing feeling when you come to understand how your body releases, what is comforting, what is challenging. <3