Thoughts on yoga belly rolls

Tonight I went to yoga.
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First time in a long time.
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I felt my skin move, mold, and morph as I twisted, stretched and bent.
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I noticed the feeling of my rolls. -
I've been taught to condemn them. And I like my gold star. So my first reaction is to adjust, suck in, don't be seen, shrink yourself. Yell at the rolls and do what you can to iron them out.
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But then I remember, I'm a piece of art. And there is no one way to be beautiful. I'm unique in my detail and my sculpture shifts as I shift. How beautiful is that?
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My journey with accepting my body ebbs and flows. Entering a new decade has welcomed a new chapter to the journey. I'd be lying to say that it's something I have completely figured out, but I stay woke and aware of where to find the light.
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So today I choose to honor my roll. Thanks for moving with me buddy, you are beautiful and are/ always have been worthy.
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More to come on this. Big love to you and your f*cking miracle of a body????

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