Stop Making Yoga About My Body
Here’s the thing—when I step on my mat, I’m not auditioning for a before-and-after photo. I’m not here to shrink, flatten, or “tone” my way into your approval. I’m here to breathe deeper, move better, quiet my mind, and give my joints a break from the chaos I put them through every day.
Yoga has taught me balance, both physically and mentally. It’s given me flexibility—not just in my hamstrings, but in the way I handle life. It’s made me stronger—not just in my arms, but in how I stand up for myself.
And yes, sometimes I wear leggings that cling in all the “wrong” places and a sports bra that doesn’t apologize for my curves. Because guess what? The yoga pose doesn’t work better if my stomach is flat. My flexibility doesn’t depend on the size tag inside my pants. My peace of mind doesn’t ask for my weight first.
So let’s normalize chubby bodies doing yoga. Let’s normalize all bodies wearing the outfits they feel good in—sexy, fitted, colorful, plain—whatever makes us feel like the fierce, breathing, stretching humans we are.
My body is not an obstacle to my practice—it’s my partner in it. And it’s doing just fine, thank you.
