I’ve been thinking about a student of mine. She approached me after class this week to ask a very insightful question about a particular pose that we practiced. I taught her what I knew about the “proper” form and function of the pose. She hungrily took in all the information. We practiced the pose, and tired ourselves out trying different methods. At the end of the tutorial, she stood up and said “I can’t believe I have been doing that wrong this whole time.”Read More
I can go sleeveless in 20 seconds.
I will put on a sleeveless shirt.
Maybe a tank top.
Watch me go crazy and cut the arms off an old tee-shirt. Bam. Sleeveless.Read More
I am a wild woman.
My curly messy hair shoots out of my head like Medusa’s snakes. There is a fire in my belly and a rapture in my heart. I have strong shoulders to support your truth and big breasts for you to lay your head.Read More
I am a rebel.
I have body confidence.
In an age where we are bombarded with thousands of messages daily telling us how broken, ugly and imperfect we are, having body confidence makes you a rebel, a warrior, a goddess, a lighthouse.Read More