[As seen on MindBodyGreen]
It sucks to admit, and it frankly frustrates the hell out of me, but I’m obsessed with bodies. Mine included. I was gleefully in denial of this fact until my most recent yoga teacher training class. Now it’s so in my face that I can barely see around it.
Whether I’m in yoga, at work, out in the world, perusing Facebook and flipping through magazines, there are a multitude of beautiful and wildly different bodies on display. And what do I do? Obsess, obsess, obsess; compare, compare, compare. Not in every case, but far too often.
I notice my mind feeling totally overwhelmed by a compulsive desire to obsess over how much skinnier or flexible or seemingly perfect a person is than me. I sometimes even find myself tucking mental notes on how impeccable an outfit is on a girl with the most perfect body, so I…
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