My Yoga is Feminist
Sixteen years ago, I walked into a yoga studio for the first time. I carried with me, a mat I borrowed from my mom, and
Sixteen years ago, I walked into a yoga studio for the first time. I carried with me, a mat I borrowed from my mom, and
I’ve come to realize, in my many years of practicing, that yoga is hard. Yoga is an incredible commitment. And yet—and yet—it’s worth it.
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