This essay was originally published in a slightly different form in America Magazine Lokah samastah sukhino bhavantu…. I sit on my yoga mat, ankles crossed in a Half Lotus pose, eyes closed and struggling to form the shape of these foreign sounds in my mouth. Hornsread 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