In a way that is mysterious to me, I somehow grew up to be a perfectionist. Not so much towards others, and not always towards jobs or projects I've had, but always in relationship to myself. In dance, I wanted the perfect body, extension, feet, technique, turn out, etc. In Pilates, I wanted strength in my whole body (I may fool you, but my upper body is really quite weak. Sigh.) In yoga, I wanted to perfectly achieve the stretchiest of asanas, and the ones that require the most strength.

Multiple injuries as well as body pains and aches haven't stopped me from striving to be the best version of myself, so that I could at least land among the stars when shooting for the moon. 

Then, recently, I had a personal breakthrough! My schedule finally allowed me to come back to my most favorite yoga class with Irini, the class that has made me both strong and more flexible. The class I owe my Pilates Teasers to, and relief from the stress of simply living in NYC. 

After holding the wheel pose for a minute, and doing the counter stretch after by folding in half, it came to me! There I was, hugging my legs, when suddenly I thought "holy shit, my body does *a lot* for me! I torture it in every possible way, I think negative things about it, but here it is! Carrying me every single moment of my life, allowing me to torture it"

It came to me that I am capable of so much, and I continue to grow by pushing myself! And in my very own way, with the flaws that maybe only I see, or perhaps not, with all that, I am pretty perfect as me!

My words of wisdom for you today are that we need to stop being so hard on ourselves.

You! You are beautiful! As long as you keep growing in any possible way as an individual, you are beautiful! 

 

“You, yourself, as much as anybody else in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” ~Buddha

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