It’s probably breaking some kind of blogger rule to admit this, but I had a clear winner in terms of most-read posts this year. I wrote it in February as an anti-Valentine’s Day letter because I was breaking up, publicly, with the “bad boyfriend” inread more

It started Memorial Day weekend. I was days away from completing my 5-month-long, 200-hour yoga teacher training program and, honestly, was in the best shape of my life. My limbs were sculpted in the long, lean, cliche-yogi way now ubiquitously <3’d on Instagram, I hadread more