The Yin & The (Lack Of) Yang

Today, I got on my mat for my first yang practice in I don’t know how many weeks. I’ve been practicing yin weekly, teaching and practicing gentle flows, and meditating daily, but an injured shoulder along with a realization that I wasn’t drawn to teaching vinyasa classes or more powerful flows resulted in a gap in my practice. The aspect of yoga that brought me to my mat in the first place had vanished. By my own choice. And until today I didn’t realize that leaving this part of my practice out completely had actually taken a piece of me, too.

The funny thing is, I thought I was doing the right thing for my body, giving my shoulder the rest it needed. And then, I thought that this realization of finding my passion in teaching meditation and slow, gentle yoga meant that this was how my personal practice should be as well. I thought that I had to practice what I was teaching in order to be authentic. And although I whole heartedly believe in the idea of balance in all things, somehow I didn’t apply that to the fact that I was practicing all yin and completely ignoring yang. My balance was totally off, and I didn’t even realize it. I was all consumed with my new yoga teaching role, the new direction of my personal practice, and my recent obsession with meditation that I ignored the internal itching for my yoga roots. For the movement. For the strength. It turns out, this imbalance had been manifesting itself in small ways in my life that in retrospect are so clear, but until today, I hadn’t made the connection.

This afternoon, I hadn’t even planned on practicing. I had already meditated earlier in the day and had spent some time outside walking. But after getting home from work, it was like I was moving in a trance. I rolled out my mat. I grabbed some crystals and placed them at the front. I turned on some reggae-inspired tunes, loud. And I began to flow. My body guided me through a powerful, strong vinyasa sequence. Finding Warrior II has never felt so good. So right. Familiar, yet new. My body has been craving this kind of movement, and I haven’t been listening. Today, I guess my body had had enough. She was no longer going to let my mind rule my decisions or my practice. She was going to take what she needed. And man, am I glad she did.

Of course, I’m still nursing this shoulder pain and taking modifications and rest when necessary. But that absolutely doesn’t mean that I can’t practice this practice. That I can’t move and sweat on my mat. And yes, maybe I’ve discovered that my teaching voice is more suited for gentle asana and meditation. But that doesn’t mean that my personal practice must consist of only that type of yoga. In fact, my gentle flows and my meditation can only benefit from a strong body and the calm mind that often follows a sweaty flow. It’s all part of the whole. The yin and the yang. You can’t have one without the other. Of course not. I’m not sure how I forgot this in my own life, in my own practice, but I am so grateful that the universe reminded me on this cold, sunny, March afternoon. I am so grateful that my yoga always has my back.


Farewell to the Perfect Facade

I used to think that I had to share every day if I wanted you to like me. That consistent, engaging, upbeat content was the only way to keep you here. That if I skipped one day – if I took anytime away from this little screen to actually live my life – you would leave. And if you left, that would say something about me. If you left, that must mean I’m uninteresting. I’m worthless. I’m nothing. I used to think that I had to share every day, and I had to share what you wanted to see. I had to pay attention to the posts that received the most engagement, and stick to that. Post more of that. Regardless of what I WANTED to post. Regardless of how I was feeling inside. Regardless of the obsession that had begun to grow around this tiny screen and the world that lives within it. Regardless of the constant comparison and self-loathing that follows. I used to think that I had to live my life in a way that would make you double tap. That would make you follow me. I used to think that I had to document every ounce of my life – to share with you – to make you like me – instead of experiencing it. Enjoying it. Feeling it. Living it. I used to think that what you thought about me and the life I shared was more important than that life itself. That your opinion of the facade of my perfect life was more important than how I feel in my own skin from one moment to the next.


I’ve realized that I’m not here for you. My life is not meant to be lived to please you. My life is meant to be lived. Period. It’s meant to be experienced with all five of my senses. It’s meant to be felt. And the only one who I need to please is myself. So that means – I share when I want to share. I share WHAT I want to share in the way I want to share it. The things you see here are not meant for your pleasure. They are a curation of me. My life. My love. My creations. My tears. If that makes you want to leave, that’s okay. I don’t mind. Because this isn’t about you. If my random, inconsistent posts go against what you think this world is about, find a new life to follow. If my aesthetic doesn’t meet your standards, then you can leave. It’s okay. But I’m gonna keep doing me. Because sometimes, life doesn’t match. It’s not perfect. The colors and moods don’t always coincide. Life is chaos. Beautiful, terrible chaos. I am here to share a little bit of mine. But more importantly, I am here, on this planet, to live my life – in this moment. The only moment there is. This little screen is great for connection and inspiration. But it’s not everything. Don’t forget that.

Don’t forget that.

The Truth About Inspiration

I’m writing this to let you know that I’m a fraud. That the girl you’ve seen through your tiny little screen isn’t real. She doesn’t exist. The girl smiling in those photos and writing those words is a hypocrite. I’m a hypocrite. I talk about making your dreams a reality and loving yourself every step of the way. I write to inspire you. To create content that provides some kind of value. But honestly, most of the time, I find myself bleeding lies onto the paper. Onto the screen. It’s not that I don’t believe what I’m saying; I do. It’s just that most of the time, I can’t seem to follow my own advice. Sometimes I feel like I have to lie in order to inspire. Because I find myself wondering who would want to listen to me? I absolutely don’t have my shit together. Who says my words have any value? Who says that I have any worth? That I have any inspiration to provide? I find myself writing as if I am the person I wish could be. Rather than who I actually am. Because the truth is, I am broken. A shadow of myself. Pretending. Fighting a war against myself. And losing. But I’m writing this now because I am tired of pretending. I’m tired of playing all the characters that I think you want me to be. I’m tired of writing what I think you want to read. Maybe the real me doesn’t care about inspiring you. Maybe I just want to write and share my truth. For me. For my healing. For my growth. For my own inspiration. Whether or not you find my words valuable or interesting is none of my business. Maybe I’m just here to create. Maybe the sharing of my work is not meant to get a reaction out of you or to seek validation of my talents. Maybe instead I share in order to spark that unbearable, excruciating and wonderful feeling of exposing a piece of my heart to the world. Of leaving my mark. Maybe I write because it makes me feel alive. Maybe I write because creating is my way of discovering my truth. Of healing.

So, starting now, today, this very moment, my plan is no longer to write for your pleasure. It is not my job to inspire you. That’s something you must figure out for yourself. It’s a treasure hunt. A massive puzzle with pieces from all over the place that fit together to create a world that you wish to live in. Maybe my writing or my art will provide a piece or two for you. But my job is not to pretend to be a person that inspires. My job is to figure out who I am and to live true to that with every last breath in my lungs. I might not have everything figured out or always have the most inspiring words to say. I may have nothing of value to give to you. You may not give a shit about what I create or what I choose to share. And maybe that’s okay. Maybe that’s good. Because quite honestly, I’m tired of your opinion influencing my creation. I’m tired of your opinion influencing the way I feel about myself. My body. My art. My life. Your opinion is absolutely valid and so important. But I’m tired of living my life according to what I believe are your needs and desires. I’m done living my life for you. But don’t worry. You haven’t done anything wrong. It’s not you; it’s me. I need to start over. To wipe the slate clean. Cut myself open, and let all the poison drain out. To let go of all the expectations I have collected from all the people in my life – both real and imaginary. I need to build myself one brick at a time, and mend my wounds along the way. Because I have plenty of wounds. We all do. And while it’s often true that we find inspiration outside of ourselves, we need to start relying more on the inspiration within us. Because that puzzle I mentioned? The foundational pieces can’t be found in someone else’s art. The puzzle cannot be complete without your own magic fairy dust. You must inspire yourself. You must create. Whatever that means to you. Maybe creation is our medicine. Maybe we must begin to create in order to heal.

So, who am I and what am I here to say, you ask? I’m not sure yet. But I AM sure that I’m going to keep writing, and maybe I’ll figure it out on the way. Maybe you’ll like it. Maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll find some value in what I share. Maybe you’ll feel inspired. But no matter how you view me or my work, I love you. And I thank you for existing in exactly the way you were meant to exist. No matter how you view my work, I’m not going to ever let it influence what I create. Never again. Your opinion is none of my business. I will create for me. To keep the blood flowing in my veins. To keep the breath circulating through my body. I create so that I can exist. In the way I was meant to. And despite what my mind likes to tell me, I DO have value. I AM worthy. I AM inspirational. But these things don’t come from pretending. They come from truth. Truth is where real inspiration lies. From now on, I’ll just be over here discovering mine, my truth, one moment, one word, one creation, at a time. Will you join me? Let’s break this life open and discover the inspiration inside of us all. Let’s create. Let’s share. And above all, let us love. Remember, you create for YOU. Don’t let the opinions of others cloud your view. Your art is perfect. You are perfect.

5 Tips to Take Control of Your Kitchen (And Your Health)

I think it’s safe to say that we all want to feel good in our bodies and to live our most healthy lives. Of course, there is a lot to think about in terms of living a healthy lifestyle. It’s important to be active by finding some kind of movement or exercise that feels good for you and fits well into your lifestyle. Self-care and stress relief are also huge in this day and age, and it’s crucial that you find the practices or the rituals that work for you (self-massage, face masks, meditation, journaling, essential oils, etc.). But a large part of living a healthy lifestyle starts in the kitchen by eating a healthy, well-balanced diet.

Eating healthy can be a daunting thing. A lot of us don’t feel super comfortable in our kitchens and often label ourselves as a “bad cook.” It’s just so easy to grab the quick processed foods that allow us to avoid our kitchens. Plus, there are so many fad diets out there and so much conflicting research about what we should and should not eat (A simple way to approach this is just try and stick to whole foods like veggies, fruits, legumes, and whole grains and avoid processed items). It can be super overwhelming when you are getting started, and it’s going to be a learning process that’s different for everyone. So, experimentation is necessary. But I wanted to just share a few of my favorite tips for taking control of your kitchen and making healthier food choices.

1. Learn More

Do your research! Take some time to dive in to some literature on healthy diets. Maybe this means you look up well-reviewed books on this topic that you can order from Amazon. Maybe you spend some time on Pinterest or on Google searching for articles or blogs about healthy living. Maybe you get on Instagram and search for hashtags that may lead you to recipe ideas or people in the industry to follow for inspiration. Whatever your favorite method of learning may be, take some time to do a little digging. Maybe you find a great podcast or documentary. Whatever works for you. Just do some reading or listening or watching. Learn a little bit about the human body and how it processes food. Become familiar with the benefits of eating certain things. Maybe you go into this with a specific goal such as weight loss/gain, heart health, blood pressure, digestive issues, energy levels, etc. Start your research around your chosen topic. See what foods may benefit you and what foods you may want to avoid. Again, we are all different, so this will be a bit of an experiment. Maybe a super healthy food might make you feel kind of crappy. So even though this particular food may be praised by people in the industry, if your body doesn’t process it well, then you will want to avoid it. But just take some time to learn more about food and what it can do for you. If you are serious about living a healthier lifestyle, this is a great way to start and a great thing to keep coming back to. The search for knowledge is a never-ending journey. Pursue it in a way that is enjoyable to you, and make adjustments as you learn more about your own individual body and its needs.

2. Be Creative

I truly believe that putting together a meal is an act of creating art. Whether you are cooking a beautiful dish, chopping up fruits and veggies, baking a delicious dessert, re-heating up leftovers from the night before, or throwing a snack together on a plate, I believe it can be done in an artful way. I think in every single thing you do in your life, there is room to make it your own. Every single task you complete has a little bit of space for you to sprinkle your own unique magic into it. Chop vegetables in a way that you think is cool. I’ve cut cucumbers into star shapes just for the hell of it. Put your food together on your plate in a way that is pleasing to the eye. I love making designs with fruits and nuts on top of my smoothie bowls. Maybe when you are choosing side dishes, think of the colors of the food and choose colors that would look good next to each other on a plate. One of the good things about veggies is that they come in all the colors of the rainbow! If you turn mealtime into a time for artistic expression, maybe it won’t be so daunting. Also, don’t be afraid to stray from the recipes a bit. Be creative with the foods you pair. Maybe you’ll come up with a bomb combination that no one has thought of before. Everyone has different tastes, so if a recipe calls for a combo that doesn’t sound great to you, tweak it until it does. Add some different spices or toppings. Try different methods of cooking things. Yes, you will probably find that some of your creative experimentation didn’t turn out so great. But that’s okay, too! Which brings me to my next tip…

3. Don’t Be Afraid to Make Mistakes

Trust me, you’re going to make mistakes in the kitchen. You’re going to burn things. Overcook things. Undercook things. Over-salt things. Combine things that should never be combined. Add too many spices or not enough. But you will learn from your mistakes. You will begin to hone your skills and learn the techniques that work best for you. Mistakes always leave room for growth. And growth comes with time and practice. Don’t use the excuse, “I can’t cook.” Everyone can cook. You just have to try. And you have to realize that everyone makes mistakes. Just because you burn your dinner does not mean that you should retire from the kitchen forever and wear the “Terrible Cook” badge for the rest of your life. You just have to dust yourself off and try again. Learn from your mistakes. Allow them to be your teacher. We all have to start somewhere, right? Don’t let it get you down. It’s just food. It’s always going to be there, and it will always give you a second chance.

4. Meal Prep

One of the most practical tips I have for eating a healthier diet is MEAL PREP. Yes, I realize that I shouted that in all caps, but that’s because I truly believe it’s that important. Meal prep is super duper helpful for me. Sundays have become my meal prep days. I usually get on Pinterest Sunday morning, choose a few lunch/dinner recipes, and write down the ingredients that I need to buy. Then I add any breakfast, snack, or dessert items to my list, and I head off to the grocery store. I try to stick to my list, because if I let myself loose in the produce section, I buy way too much, and it always ends up going bad before I have time to eat it. Not to mention spending way too much money. Plus, if I end up buying veggies that aren’t for a dish that I already have in mind, I end up forgetting about it and never using it. So, for me, it’s best to stick to my list. Then I go home, and I get to work. I make my two to three big recipes, and store them in tupperware containers – this way it’s easy to scoop out a serving to take for lunch or to reheat quickly when I’m hungry. Another thing I like to do is make a batch of quinoa, black beans, and some kind of roasted veggies. I store them in separate containers in the fridge, and then I either add them as sides or toppings to other meals, or I combine them all together for a meal on their own. I also chop up any extra fruits or veggies and store them in tupperware containers to make for easy snacking or smoothie making. For some reason, I am more likely to snack on pre-cut celery than to wash and chop a few celery stocks anytime I’m craving a snack. Lazy, but true. It’s just such a time saver. But anyway, after just a few short hours, my fridge is stocked full of healthy meals and snacks that are quick and convenient and ready for the week. Because no one wants to come home after a long day of work when you are starving and exhausted and have to cook an entire meal, am I right? But instead of grabbing a convenient processed snack to chomp on while watching Netflix, meal prepping earlier in the week allows you to quickly scoop out a serving of a healthy meal, reheat quickly, and do something good for your body while you relax in the evening.

5. Have Fun!

My final tip about taking control of your kitchen and living a healthier lifestyle is to have fun! Yes, it’s that simple. If you allow yourself to have fun cooking and preparing healthy meals, then you will be more likely to come back to it. Being creative with your recipes and meal presentation will help with this. But also, try combining other things you love with cooking your healthy meals. Listen to some dope music and dance around your kitchen while you stir ingredients together. Maybe you bring your laptop in and you watch Netflix or listen to a podcast. Maybe you sing. Maybe you and your partner or your kids cook together and turn it into a fun bonding activity. Maybe you meditate while you chop your veggies. Do squats while you’re waiting for your water to boil. Whatever calls to you. Just make it fun! Try not to dread your kitchen. You are doing something great for your body. Don’t turn it into a chore. Mindset is everything. If you start to look forward to cooking and experimenting and creating healthy meals in your kitchen, eating healthy will be easy! So, get in there. Do some research. Get creative. Get messy. Make mistakes. Plan ahead. And HAVE FUN!

Yoga is for EVERYONE.


I’m back! It’s been way too long since I’ve actually sat down to write. But the month of June was a big one for me. Intense, informative, exhausting, life-changing. I completed a month-long intensive yoga teacher training. Intense is in its name for a reason. For the whole month of June, we had four days off. And even those days were often filled with homework and reading assignments for the training. To be honest, even on my time off, it was hard to separate myself from the yoga world I had thrown myself into. I would try to take some time for me or take some time to spend with my boyfriend. But ultimately, my mind would always wander back to yoga. My days were so full of discussions on yoga history and philosophy that it was hard to switch to anything else. And the anatomy discussions led to me analyzing the alignment of strangers on the street. I was entirely consumed. Again, it was intense. But it was also beautiful and inspiring. And eye opening.

Over the course of the month, I learned a great amount about the practice of yoga and the ways of sharing this practice as an instructor, but I also learned so much about myself as a person. There were sixteen other women participating in this training with me, and due to the intense structure, long hours, and intimate nature of the yoga practice, we got to know each other pretty well. Getting to know these beautiful souls, and hearing their experiences and perspectives, taught me so much about my own feelings and experiences. These women taught me about who I am, who I want to be, and the world I want to create for myself. They reminded me of what I love about yoga, and they introduced me to new things to consider as well. They also showed me the kind of yoga teacher I want to be. These women were my mirrors, my teachers, and my friends.

I also learned so much about my own physical practice. I paid closer attention to my alignment. My strengths and my weaknesses. I noticed where I was pushing myself too far and where I could afford to push myself a little more. I also grew to appreciate the sacred space I have created for myself on my mat even more. My yoga practice began as a home practice, finding what feels good in my body. Moving in ways that allow me to open and feel strong. Expressing myself freely on my mat. Finding a place that is just for me. A sacred space. A home. My mat is a place that I always, always belong. No judgement. No one to please but myself. The more I learned about the practice of yoga in general and the practice of yoga as it has been experienced by all my fellow trainees, the more I realized how expansive this practice is. For me, yoga creates a sacred space for me to come home to myself. For others, it can be completely different. We all come to our mats for different reasons, and I think we all step away from our mats with different experiences. That’s the beauty of it.

Whether you’ve never done yoga before or you are a seasoned yoga veteran, your mat holds something special tailored just for you. This practice of yoga has so much to offer to everyone. It comes in many shapes and sizes and colors and forms. Maybe you think that because of who you are (how you look, the shape or size of your body, your level of flexibility, your strength, your personality, your religion, whatever!) you “can’t” do yoga. Or maybe you think you don’t want to. Maybe you think it’s just not for you. But after this month of diving in to the nitty gritty of this practice, I’ve seen that it really can be for you. It can be for all of us. No matter where you come from, what you believe in, or what you are looking for, yoga has something to give. Maybe you’re still unsure. That’s okay! I promise you that yoga is more than what you think it is. It’s a practice that offers so much. But you can just take what works for you and leave what doesn’t. It’s that simple. And it can’t hurt to try.

I want you to take a second and think about a reason that you might want to try yoga. Maybe you want to be more flexible or more strong. Maybe you want to reduce stress and anxiety. Maybe you want to increase your energy or you need help sleeping. Maybe you need to improve your digestion or other organ functions. Maybe you have a particular tense or sore spot you want to relieve. Maybe you just want to feel better in your body. Whatever your reason might be is valid. Now, I want you to think about the barrier you have put up that has been keeping you from actually trying yoga. Maybe you think you are too overweight or not flexible enough. Maybe you’re a guy and you think that yoga is for women only. Maybe you think you are too old. Maybe you think it goes against your religion. Maybe you think it’s only stretching and too slow moving for you. Whatever. Finally, I want you to imagine that this barrier you have put up does not exist. Because it doesn’t. There is nothing that can stop you from practicing yoga. Nothing. Yoga is for EVERYONE. Every body type, every age, every gender. Everyone. And it comes in so many different styles and forms and practices. Yoga is so much bigger than many people know.

So, if I’ve convinced you, and you want to try yoga, what’s the first step? Well, you have already taken the first step. You have opened your mind to something new, and you have acknowledged that you want to take better care of yourself. With yoga, the most important thing is showing up to your mat. Showing up for yourself. The next step is reaching out. Send me a message! Let me know why you think you might want to try yoga and why you think you haven’t tried it yet. I’ll do my best to give you some information on how to get started. I’ll give you any recommendations about styles of yoga to try, online videos, things you can do at home, books to read, whatever you are looking for! I’m here for any questions you might have. And if you happen to live in or around the Pittsburgh area, we can discuss possible one-on-one yoga lessons. I’m here to help. I want to share this magical practice with as many people as I can, because I believe whole heartedly that this practice has the power to change lives. Because it has changed mine, and I know it can change yours in whatever way you need it to. If I have learned anything in my month-long yoga training, it’s that I know for certain how passionate I am about sharing yoga with the world and making it accessible to the people who believe it’s not for them. So, please reach out. Send me a message. Ask me any questions. I really want to hear from you! Send me an email at Thanks for reading, and I hope to talk to you soon. Namaste, my friends.

How a Serial People Pleaser Got Back in Touch with Her Heart

For years, I had been living in a fog, going through life avoiding myself. My feelings, my pain, and my fear. My whole life up to this point had been controlled by an incessant need to please others. My family, my friends, the world. As a kid, my family was constantly falling apart, and being the “perfect” little girl that I was, I became the fixer. I was the glue holding everybody together. I was the rock. The dependable one. I was a chameleon, changing myself to be whoever the people around me needed me to be. Flash forward several years to a young girl, living on her own, incapable of making a decision without confirmation of approval from the people closest to her. I was constantly afraid of doing things that made me truly happy, worrying it would only end up disappointing someone. Feeling like I wasn’t allowed to struggle with my own shit because I had to be there for everyone else. I couldn’t fall apart; they needed me. So, I shoved my feelings down into the pit of my stomach. Hid my pain. I was moving through my life not really sure of who I was, only who everyone else wanted me to be, always trying to live up to the standard of the “perfect” girl I believed they all saw me to be. One day, I woke up tired. Tired of holding everyone else up when all I wanted to do was fall. Tired of not being able to know how I was actually feeling anymore because I had been silencing myself for so long. Tired of being the supporting character for my loved ones and never being the leading lady of my own life.  I knew I must go on an adventure, alone, attempting to allow nature to heal my soul. Attempting to feel something again. Allowing myself to take a step away from my family and the people I love. Allowing myself to discover who I actually am and who I want to be.

I set off alone into the wild, destination unknown. Hoping the universe would guide me. A few hours into my journey, I sat down to have a snack. I closed my eyes, truly enjoying the sunshine on my skin, the silence, and the serenity. I was beginning to feel something. I couldn’t be sure, but it felt like joy. I opened my eyes, and in the distance, I saw a mountain. I’d seen this mountain through my bedroom window for years, but this time, it looked different. And it seemed to be calling to me in a language only the two of us could understand. I had been hoping for a sign like this, searching for a place to belong. Just like that, the mountaintop became my new destination.

It took me another two hours to reach the base of the mountain. It wasn’t very tall, but the surface was violently rocky. I looked up, and I heard the mountain whisper. He was inviting me into his heart. I took off my backpack; I took off my shoes. Somehow, it seemed disrespectful to bring anything but myself. This space was sacred, I could feel it. I didn’t want to do anything that might offend the mountain, my new friend. I’d never climbed without my gear before, but somehow, I had a feeling it would be okay. Just myself and the clothes on my back, I took a deep breath and began my climb. Before long, I had reached the top. My hands and feet were bloody. My legs were bruised. Arms weak and exhausted. But I made it. I was home.

The wind began to blow and swirl around me. I understood that this was the mountain embracing me, welcoming me. All of a sudden, almost as if a light switch had been turned on, I began to feel. I became overwhelmed with everything I had been trying to hide, all the feelings I’d been silencing for years, all the desires deep within my heart. Tears began to fall uncontrollably down my cheeks. I had come out here to make myself feel again, and here I was, feeling everything all at once. It was intense, and I was literally trembling with emotion. The mountain whispered into my ear one more time. He said, “You must let go.”

Right then, I felt that I knew what I needed to do. It was like I was moving in a trance, like I already knew what was to come next. Just as I’d hoped, the universe was guiding me. All of a sudden, my clothes began to feel heavy, like they were weighing me down. Immediately, I stripped it all off. Every single piece of clothing. I wanted zero distractions. This was about me and only me, nothing else. Back to basics. Back to my natural state. Completely naked, completely vulnerable, I stood on the edge of the mountain, closed my eyes, and screamed at the top of my lungs. I screamed for my pain. I screamed for my sadness. My anger and my fear. I screamed for lost loves, lost dreams. For mistakes and misunderstandings. I screamed for my family. My disappointments. My failures. I screamed for self-doubt, insecurity, and self-hate. I screamed for the world. I screamed for myself. And just like my friend insisted, I let it all go.

When I opened my eyes and gazed out over the world below, the beauty of it all took my breath away. The colors were so vibrant. The trees, lakes, and hills were all just so beautiful. And my city, the place where I often felt so lost and misunderstood and trapped, shined like a diamond in the distance. I had been surrounded by all of this beauty my entire life, but I never saw it. All these memories and pains and emotions that I had been holding hostage, stashed away in my inner dungeon so I’d never have to face them, were actually imprisoning me. I was locked in a jail cell of my own making. I was trapped and living my life in a fog. Never feeling, never appreciating, never seeing beauty. Never living.

Our feelings and our experiences are all justified. They all happen for a reason. We have to accept them for what they are. We have to accept the way they make us feel, no matter how painful that may be. All of these things exist in our lives to teach us something. We have to let them in. We have to let them change us and shake us so that we can become the people we were meant to be. Keeping our sadness, our anger and our pain locked away may be tempting at times, but in doing so we sacrifice the ability to live a true, authentic life. And in the end, we sacrifice the ability to see beauty in the world around us. Think about it. What kind of life would that be?

We must allow ourselves to feel. Everything. Only then can we discover where we belong. Only then can we discover who we really are and who we want to be. Only then can we stumble upon our mountaintop. Our home.

I took a deep breath in, soaking up everything I had just seen, everything I had just felt. I wiped the tears from my eyes, grabbed my clothes, and headed back to my life with a new perspective. From that day on, all I had to do was look out my window at the mountaintop in the distance to remind myself that whenever I’m feeling bogged down or lost in my life, there are only two things I need to do. First, I need to feel everything. Anything that bubbles up inside of me, I must feel it. I must sit with it and really feel it. No matter how uncomfortable it makes me. Secondly, I must let it all go. I might take a few deep breaths, do some yoga, create something, or scream at the top of my lungs. Whatever it takes. But I must let it go. I must not let these things control me or my life. I must let it all go.

Soon after returning from my adventure, I discovered that there really is beauty in everything, and every single day I am reminded that finding a place to belong must begin inside of me. I still struggle sometimes with living my life for me more than for anyone else, but since that day, I began to live my life fully and honestly, listening to all of the cues from that quiet place inside of myself. And now, anytime the wind blows and swirls around me, I am reminded of my majestic friend and the adventure I once took to the center of my heart. I am reminded to let it all in and to let it all go.

Redefining Beauty

When she was a little girl, she would lie in bed at night trying to imagine what her life would be like when she got older, hoping with all her might that she would be pretty. Fast forward a few years, and sure enough, her wish came true. But now, as she stands here, a very beautiful woman, she contemplates what her life was like before that prettiness defined her. She thinks back to a time when she was praised for being smart and talented. Back to a time when her beauty was not the first compliment out of a strangers mouth, leading her to believe that her looks were her most important quality. Leaving her to put too much focus on her outer appearance, resulting in her having a distorted view of her own body, who she was and what she was worth. What she was capable of. How others would see her. Leaving her desperate to hear these words in order to feel okay.

She thinks back to a time when she could walk down the street without strange men honking their horns, whistling, or telling her how pretty she was. Making her feel unsafe. Forever putting a negative connotation on the idea of beauty. Making her wish she was never seen at all. She began to hate being called pretty just as much as society made her need to hear it. And when she did hear it, I hope you don’t think for a second that it ever actually shifted the way she felt about herself. It just put further focus on the world’s obsession with outer beauty. And how impossible the expectation was to live up to.

It scared her how easily beauty could be turned into objectification and fear, but she also couldn’t let go of the obsession. This obsessive need for the world to see her as their version of beautiful. The obsession would then transform into guilt. Guilt for eating too many cookies. Guilt for not working out enough. Hatred for that little bit of fat on her belly and her arms. Obsession with clean eating followed by tears of self-disgust after binging on chips and ice cream. She was tired of fighting with herself. She was tired of trying to keep up with society’s idea of what made a “pretty girl.” She knew it was bullshit, but it was there just the same, playing over and over in her head. Taunting her. Shaming her. She was tired of finally feeling confident enough to freely express her version of beauty out in the open only to be scared back into hiding herself because of unwanted words and lingering stares from men. She was torn between needing to be told she was pretty and needing to never hear that word directed at her ever again.

But one thing was for certain: she was tired of this beauty defining her in all of its forms. And most of all, she was tired of being misunderstood. She was tired of not being seen for who she really was. But she wasn’t ready to entirely give up on the idea of beauty. She had seen enough of the world by now to understand that beauty is not skin deep, but it does exist. It is real. Beauty is something that is found inside each and every one of us. She was tired of being told she was pretty by people she’d never met, because how could they know? They’d never seen her soul.

Today, she no longer wishes to be pretty. She wishes to be free. Free from the prison society has created. These nights, she lies in bed dreaming of being brave. Kind. Inspiring. She dreams of a world where she can feel safe walking down the street, without having to avoid eye contact in case a passing stranger decides to view a friendly smile as an invitation. A world where being pretty can mean more than one thing and can look different from person to person. Where beauty is all inclusive. Where beauty is synonymous with strength and fire. Bravery and passion. Raw, real emotion. Authenticity. Vulnerability. She is ready to let the world’s limited and disturbing idea of beauty go. She wants to move on. Today, she knows that beauty is more than being pretty. If only she could rewind her life to tell that little girl that being seen as pretty isn’t everything. That her body is perfect, no matter what everyone else looks like. That being pretty on the outside only matters when it comes from the inside. From being kind. Compassionate. Authentic. That being herself is what makes her pretty. She wishes she could rewind her life to every single moment she’s ever felt inadequate. To every time someone told her she was beautiful but she just didn’t have it in her to believe them. She wishes she could erase the pain of wanting so much to be thought of as pretty but never feeling like she was enough in the eyes of the world. She’s done with it all. She’s letting it all go. Because we all have beauty inside of us. Every single one of us. We just need a little self-love and creative expression to give it wings and to set it free from its prison deep inside our hearts.

This is where yoga can come in. Self-love is the practice, and yoga is the tool to cleanse the negative thoughts from our beautiful minds. Yoga can set our beauty free. Yoga can bring out the love in all of us. Maybe if we begin to heal ourselves from the inside out there will be less anger in the world. Leading to less violence. Less hate. Maybe if we begin to heal and love ourselves, we can begin to love others. Maybe women can feel safe and supported for being beautiful and expressing themselves openly in the world. Maybe we will all begin to see the beauty in everyone around us. Maybe young girls will stop hating and hurting themselves to fit in with a narrow standard of beauty. Maybe these girls will begin to understand that those things that make them weird and different are the same things that make them beautiful. Maybe we can all come together, no matter our differences, and make our world a more accepting place. Maybe self-love and kindness can be the new standard of beauty. Maybe this love can cure all of our hearts. Can cure our pain and our fear. Maybe yoga can cure us all.