It’s easy to look at the yoga bodies that promote retreats and events and studios and modeling agencies and think that this is what yoga is about. To be perfectly bendy and coiffed, always facing the water-colored heavens painted by the sunset.
While that might have become what yoga looks like to a lot of people, it is not an accurate portrayal.
They don’t always tell you you that there will be times when your legs will feel like dead, stiff pieces of cardboard that you drag around like dead weight. They might not tell you about the times when you will cry out phlegmy tears of pent-up tension in a lone, rinky-dink room, your weight supported by shaky arms that can barely make it through the next ten minutes. And that you can just forget about your hair, because frizz always wins.
Yoga, like life, is messy sometimes. Maybe a lot of the time.
And yoga, like life, is beautiful.
The beauty of yoga is that the practice is there to help you transcend difficulties, on the mat and beyond, by facing them head-on.
Yoga is the journey of the self, through the self, to the self. – Bhagavad Gita
Every yoga practice is beautiful in its own way. It is beautiful because it is yours, and it is a representation of where you are in this very moment.
It doesn’t matter if you can’t touch your toes. It doesn’t matter what you look like. And it’s definitely not about being picture perfect. Yoga is a journey inward. You shouldn’t worry about how you might look, or how long it’s going to take for you to become bendier than a pretzel.
Yoga is about showing up, and accepting all that comes with that.