Today I took a yoga workshop called, Love Your Body. Yes, seriously. The workshop was filled with all the Berkley/Ithaca nutty-crunchy-hippie-love a girl could ask for! Journaling? You bet. Meditation? Absolutely. Crying? Pass the tissues.
It was taught by a woman who I've come to respect a great deal, Paula Atkinson. In short, she's a powerhouse. Not only a brilliant yogi, but also a chick who's lived a great deal for being so young. I trust that kind of lived-and-learned experience, because she knows what the hell she's talking about.
I decided to take the workshop because obsessing over body image is part and parcel of the entertainment industry. And if you do it right, you can't escape a career in the performing arts without having your self image a little worse for the wear. So every once in a while, I find myself needing a reminder that I'm pretty fucking awesome. And this workshop did just that.
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