- 642 days ago by Deborah Dunham
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Before I started practicing yoga, I thought it was just for a certain “type” of person: You know, the skinny, bendy, double-jointed, put-their-leg-behind-their-head type of person. (If I sound naive or just plain crazy, bear with me.) I also ignorantly thought it was only for the weird, devoid-of-personality (i.e., never get mad enough to tell someone to f*ck off or excited enough to spit their margarita out during an off-color joke) types who spent their days chanting, singing and living in a blissful, zen-like state. More





