They had no idea that she’d have done anything at all never to have to go back to yoga classes again, with a teacher who constantly talked in sing-song hushed tones and insisted that she should love her body and listen to it. Fenny’s body, she was pretty sure, fucking hated her and she didn’t want to listen to anything it had to say,
Love it, I think I’m her long lost twin, I’d like to say that my bodies thrown everything it can at me, but that would be very very foolish, it’s listening with the words “wanna bet?” Set on its tongue, well my tongue, you get the point …
