One of my most favorite children’s books is Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar. I don’t really know what it is about that book that I like so much, but in many ways, I guess I can resonate with that little caterpillar that ate through the world before becoming a butterfly. In the past year, I guess that journey of the very hungry caterpillar is the same as my yoga journey. I was a very hungry cater-yogi Like the transformation that caterpillar took, my year on the mat has been quite a metamorphosis.
To be honest, doing yoga, or anything that remotely requires some element of grace, fluidity, motion and coordination, was something I would have never imagined myself doing in the past. After all, besides being the Fat Girl, I was the super self-conscious introvert. So much so that even fun things like jumping off a swing or doing a jump shot with friends was NEVER something I would do. In all the parties and debuts I went to as a teenager, I never danced. I was just too self-conscious.
However, as I said when I started this blog, one day I just knew I had to do yoga. It was something I had wanted to do since around 2007, but I was always too shy, too insecure, and too self-conscious to even try, But then the stirring in me was so strong, and so I gave in. I came to a class with nothing but that dream, and I just went with it.