pride is an emotion I don’t feel very often. Many other people, especially my family, are proud of me, but I rarely feel proud of myself. for my whole life i’ve pushed myself to be the best I can be. I strived for the highest GPA, to be talented in *insert latest passion*, and to be a better person. About a year ago, I started practicing yoga faithfully. I went to my first yoga class in middle school- it was a kids class at the studio my mother works at. The class was super small- my sister and I and two other girls (who I believe were also sisters). The class never got renewed, but I loved going. I always wanted to go with my mother but I was too young to attend the adults class. Last year, my mom bought me yoga passes for the studio she works at. I was going through a rough time in my life- one of the most important relationships in my life seemed to be crumpling apart (update- we were able to grow and mature and I’m the happiest I’ve ever been). So I turned to yoga. I got into crystals, deeper into meditation and focused on myself. I started off pretty inflexible. Now I can easily hold poses like pigeon for two minutes, I can stay up for airplane and my child’s pose is deeper than ever. Whenever I do yoga, I have the same intention- to be the best yogi I can be. I live for the hard classes, where I’m unsure if I can keep going, cause when I do, I feel like I’m on top of the world. Everything I do is a reflection of how much I’ve grown. It makes me so happy. I feel like I can do anything I set my mind to. Yoga has helped me learn to love myself, just a little bit more. Right now, I’m going to yoga multiple times a week at Yoga Shelter (which is not the studio my mom works at but I love it). I’m trying to bring my loves to class with me, so wish me luck!!