Namaste, bitches

I am contemplating going to a yoga class today. I like yoga, but with my bad knees it can be tricky. And at my gym, there are mirrors on two of the studio walls that are hard to avoid — if I don’t get one particular spot in the back of the room, I have to stare at myself while trying to do the poses.

And when I watch myself as I practice yoga, it looks a lot like this: