I’ve tried everything to get my yoga practice back on track – promises of post-practice indulgences, scheduling practices on Outlook, buying new yoga togs, begging, cajoling, threatening and a dozen other devices – all to no avail.  Today, I found the answer – bikini shopping. 

There is no greater motivation for a woman than seeing her mother’s thighs framed in the dressing room mirror, sausaged and rippling within a too small bikini. When did THIS happen?



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