Flipping the Birdie to Self-Loathing

There I was, halfway through a 90-minute hot yoga class, panting like a (downward) dog, cursing my (aunt) flow, while practicing my Vinyasa Flow, and sweating my (figurative) balls off. For some odd reason, the teacher decided to worship birds today. We chirped and pecked our way through pigeons,  eagles and swans. We performed variations […]

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