is the love of self.
And that comes only with self respect.
On Monday I started my pre-natal yoga classes. during my first pregnancy, I started pre-nat yoga only in my 6th month.
There were 3 other preg women in the class. One in her 7th month, another at the end of the 4th (like me) and the teacher, who is in her 37th week, ready to pop it any minute.
They all looked perfect — perfect figure, perfect rounded belly, and perfect postures.
They were in and out of aasanas with such ease.
In my more uncharitable moods i would probably call them self-obsessed, for preening over their perfect bods.
I realise now that it’s self respect. Respecting their body, and their personality. and that’s a wonderful thing to do for yourself.
There was also a non-preg teacher-in-waiting (Monica) , to step in for Emma when she delivers.
I was, unsurprisingly, the least fit in the class.
But only in comparison.
I surprised myself by how flexible I can be, despite my fast growing tummy. the problem is with maintaining the distance between my shoulder and my ear — as Monica pointed out, I’ve been trying to compensate my big bust by rounding my shoulder.
Obviously this not only creates bad posture, but makes you look like you have a combination of big busts and bad bras. Which is not true. I take more effort and spend more money on my bras than on any other piece of clothing.
So i am now consciously trying to maintain the distance between my ear and shoulder, and to look less like Gladstone Small.
The last two days I’ve been looking around and checking out people’s postures. It has nothing to do with their body shape, weight or height. It’s something more; sometimes you can’t quite pinpoint.
Like how short someone is till you stand next to them or measure them, because they carry themselves tall. similarly, the big women who walk light. And then there are the tall ones who stoop and the skinny ones who bend themselves in the middle…
I guess Yoga is the best way to set that posture right.
This is where I go…