I had an interaction yesterday with my brother that left me feeling sad, hurt, frustrated, and my innate need was to internalize it and restrict and stay SMALL.

Bitch please.

No more.

I am a professional fucked up Human Being.

–and I’m evolving mannnn, I’m sharing my story...

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Yesterday I met two lovely people at a cafe, and we chatted for a while.  I brought up the issue of body image around breathing.  Specifically how I learned to breathe in my chest instead of my tummy because I was self-conscious about feeling like my tummy was expandin...

“Let’s compare scars and see who’s is worse.”

That’s a song lyric I remember.  I’ve been humming on this for some time, especially in this stage of accepting trauma.

A couple of trauma definitions:

Trauma:  any situation that overwhelms a person’s ability to cope....

Without the discomfort felt during lows, there’d be no ammo to propel the high. I guess I have to trust that: the contrast.

The gentleman I met at the cafe was damn cool, and he was kind enough to pass along a contact of his friend who vulnerably offered her support to me via connection after our encounter.

Lisa Veronese is a Yoga Instructor in Toronto, and has overcome the crippling struggl...