I was raised to be perfect. Perfect grades perfect behavior perfect appearance. Perfectionism was love. I carried this into adulthood. I was anxious constantly. Nothing was ever good enough. My yoga practice began to crack open this perfectionism. I started to notice that in yoga there is no perfect pose. There is only authentic expression. I started to apply this to life. I made mistakes without collapsing. I accepted that good enough is beautiful.
Breaking Free From Perfectionism
