Don’t Look at Me — My Chakras Are Misaligned as Fuck
I’m passionate about yoga. It sets my mind at ease, even for just a few moments. I feel amazing in happy baby pose and my stretch in cobra pose is on point. Although I’ve been known to burn some incense and the inspirational, uplifting culture of yoga is addicting, I feel as if social media has ruined the authenticity of the practice.
Yoga isn’t all about the perfectly-captured poses on Instagram. Why are you wearing designer workout gear? My sports bras are from Target. Okay — we get it — your head stand is superb; your ‘likes’ speak for themselves.
What about the rest of us — who practice at home instead of a studio — and our practice is messy and uncoordinated? Our hair is a mess and our outfits clash. We are tired and strained in downward facing dog. Our minds are wandering — how am I going to get through the day at work tomorrow? Rent is due soon. I hope I locked my car.
These are the yogis I relate to. You are not alone.
You can keep your 10,000 likes on Instagram. I’ll keep my sanity. Right here in the comfort of my living room. Where no one can see how scratched up my yoga mat is from my cat, or how hard it is for me to focus.
My practice is perfect.
So take that social media gurus and the yoga community elite.
My chakras are misaligned as all hell but here I am.
Namaste to you too.
