Eek.
You Want Me to
What?
I am having my photograph taken
tomorrow. The Yoga studio where I teach has lovely art shots of its teachers.
Slim, bendy women dressed in white and exhibiting various poses against black
backgrounds adorn the walls. I am apparently to join them, though I am not of
the traditional slim, willowy, Yogic build. I am also to don whites and run
through various poses for
posterity.
White. Dressed in
white. Clingy, cellulite-exposing white. The photographer assures me that
miracles can be performed with lighting. I know I should let go of vanity and
glory in the practice, without thinking about what it looks like. And
yet.
I am experiencing
fear.
Posted: Tuesday - March 22, 2005 at 08:52 AM
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