That’s right all you skinny bitches in the 6:00 am Yoga Class, the Fat Girl is here!
Every Thursday I get up before dawn and roam down to the gym for a 45 minute yoga class. Now, I’m a larger gal, and my size does draw quite a few stares as I march into the studio at o-dark-thirty, but I try to ignore them. I gain a certain satisfaction knowing that each of my fellow classmates look at me as an enigma. I’m sure they are waving through various thoughts of my impending failure, intrigued by my desire to take the class, and from a few of the women, probably admiration for trying it out. What they don’t know is that I’m awesome at Yoga.
Seriously if I had the time I could be a master actually. I get my chakras aligned and see out of my third eye and all the bullshit and I am hella flexible. The first time I did yoga I could tell the instructor wasn’t sure what to expect of me. She went through her normal routine and came by a few times to check my positions and each time nodded her head and walked away. Toward the end of the class we were doing a sitting stretch (remember the V-Stretch from gym class) and she called the classes attention to my flexibility and stretch form, asking me to demonstrate the position for the rest of the skinny bitches— I mean students.
So sure, maybe as I do the downward dog my stomach hangs out, or when I turn from my lunge my ass looks overwhelmingly huge, but you know what, suck it! Cause I’ve got a good 50 lbs on any of you and I’m the star pupil.
Fat girls unite! Yoga is a breeze.
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