Yoga has been in and out of my life like an old lover for the last few years. Yoga was that proverbial “old pair of jeans” that I used to love but couldn’t fit into anymore. It was there to shame me into self loathing, always a reminder of what I “should be doing” instead of who I was in the moment.
But then slowly, through some much needed consistent self love practices and even better teachers throughout Australia, Bali and India, something clicked. I started to crave yoga. Days felt odd if I hadn’t practiced for even just a few minutes. I started to fall in love with yoga and ...
