So this is me.
Me being fat.
Me doing sports in public.
Me in a beginner, modified, flawed pose.
Me restraining myself from pointing my flaws to prove I am a good beginner.
Me not doing my “best” pose, the one I really can do greatly, because I don’t have anything to prove. Me not saying which pose I can do well.
Because this pose is the first one in which I felt good and strong and beautiful and worlthy and alive.
Because being a begginer is OK.
Because doing flawed poses is OK.
Because I don’t have to be ultra-strong, ultra-flexible, and with ultra-stamina to redeem my fatness.
Me. Exercising. Happily.