I don’t always have a plan; that’s been my “plan” for this challenge. My intention has always been: how can I live each moment more authentically me no matter what the situation or who’s in the room. So, tonight, without a “plan” I showed up to a yoga class. I’ve been to this particular yoga studio in years past and never felt like it was for me. It’s tailored to “the people” and you never know who you’re going to get as a teacher; they don’t post it. But ever since I’ve been back from Paris, it’s the only studio I’ve been to…and I love it! I get lost in it; the heat; the crowd; the not knowing; the simplicity; and I just…flow. And I kept thinking tonight…how am I different now to be open to this? Who was I then to be so close-minded? As I’m having these thoughts, drenched in sweat, I suddenly…TAKE MY TOP OFF!!!! Of course, I had a sport bra underneath but I’ve NEVER, EVER, in the 10+ years of practicing yoga…done that before. I’ve never exposed my belly in class. When I realized what I had done…I started sobbing. All these years I didn’t know it but I felt ashamed of my belly…of it not being perfect, or wishing it was slimmer or whatever…And I didn’t even know it. So, I immediately started apologizing to my belly…I’m so sorry for being ashamed of you…I’m so sorry for all the wasted guilt I had whenever I’d eat poorly or eat sugary foods. I’m so sorry for not appreciating you as part of me. I’m just…so…sorry. And just like that, belly-exposed and all…I forgave myself and moved on.