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clevermanka) wrote2015-04-01 08:54 am
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I think that I shall never see a post as lovely as a tree
I had too much on my plate yesterday to write about my fantastic experience during Monday's yoga practice, so y'all get the story today.
I am pretty good at balancing on one leg. I've always felt pretty stable in Vrkasnana. My biggest problem is that my foot tends to slide down the standing leg because fabric isn't grippy like flesh and fuck if I'm gonna expose my legs all the way to my crotch in yoga class. But last night in the privacy of my room, I rolled my pants to my groin for the pose. Why have I never tried this before? I was rock-fucking-solid to the point that I could make all sorts of adjustments (open up the hips more, pull that knee back, center more over the standing leg, don't let the standing hip jut out) while comfortably standing in the pose with my hands overhead.
It was amazing.
Once I settled into the pose I just gazed at myself in the mirror. I looked strong. I looked stable. I looked competent. I looked serene. Yes, I looked fleshy, soft, and bumpy, too. But that soft and bumpy flesh held me in a one-legged balance pose for so long that I lost count of my breaths.
So fuck you, social conditioning. Fuck you for imbedding in me so deeply a shame of my soft, bumpy, and wonderful flesh. What I saw in the mirror last night was beautiful and made me proud of myself.
My thighs can hold up the world. Or at least my part of it.
I am pretty good at balancing on one leg. I've always felt pretty stable in Vrkasnana. My biggest problem is that my foot tends to slide down the standing leg because fabric isn't grippy like flesh and fuck if I'm gonna expose my legs all the way to my crotch in yoga class. But last night in the privacy of my room, I rolled my pants to my groin for the pose. Why have I never tried this before? I was rock-fucking-solid to the point that I could make all sorts of adjustments (open up the hips more, pull that knee back, center more over the standing leg, don't let the standing hip jut out) while comfortably standing in the pose with my hands overhead.
It was amazing.
Once I settled into the pose I just gazed at myself in the mirror. I looked strong. I looked stable. I looked competent. I looked serene. Yes, I looked fleshy, soft, and bumpy, too. But that soft and bumpy flesh held me in a one-legged balance pose for so long that I lost count of my breaths.
So fuck you, social conditioning. Fuck you for imbedding in me so deeply a shame of my soft, bumpy, and wonderful flesh. What I saw in the mirror last night was beautiful and made me proud of myself.
My thighs can hold up the world. Or at least my part of it.

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some days are just more unstable than other days
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:) - That's awesome!
Fuck you for imbedding in me so deeply a shame of my soft, bumpy, and wonderful flesh
I hope Ada grows up thinking otherwise.
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ALL CAPS LOCK ALL THE TIME YES!!!
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P.s., I tried that one tonight. I can go up as far as my ankle and hold it for about a breath and a half. Have to start somewhere though!
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YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL. And yes, you do look strong and stable and amazing in yoga class.
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aw.
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