I like yoga. I’m good at it. And burning calories before lunch is a total win. But as I move from downward-facing dog into plank pose, lower myself to the floor, and arch my back into upward-facing dog, I can’t quiet my mind. I’m thinking about talking to Dr. Lancaster about my mom. I’m thinking about Andrew. Why I can’t shake the feeling that he likes me back. I’m thinking about Marcus, and how I shouldn’t be falling for Andrew right after Marcus dumped me. And I’m thinking about my body. Always and forever my body. Your hips and thighs look enormous in these leggings, my inner voice taunts me as I return to downward-facing dog. When you’re upside down like this, your top rides up, and your stomach hangs out. Look at all that fat! We hop our feet into forward bend, and I try to surreptitiously pull my leggings up and my shirt down. Too late. I close my eyes and I roll up to standing, hands in a prayer gesture in front of my chest. If I keep my eyes closed, I won’t have to see the looks on all their faces.
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