On the Mat, in the Mirror
I remember the first time it happened. I was on the mat, twisted in half lord of the fishes pose, my back straight, when I caught my face in the mirror. I didn’t recognize myself. The woman staring back at me was so beautiful, so youthful, so vibrant. This could not be the same face I walked around with every day, or surely I would feel all these things instead of the heavy weight of insecurities I lugged around. And yet, the face continued to stare back at me, unchanging. With a sense of fantastic relief and profound peace I realized I was seeing clearly for the first time in a long time. It took many months and small miracles before I could look in the mirror and see this face off the mat.