petty insecurities

I joined a summer weekly yoga class that accommodates all levels. This is my attempt to incorporate some structured exercise in my current routine. It has been 24 hours since my first session and I can feel the delayed onset muscle soreness. The yoga teacher was a lithe and soft-spoken lady with the body structure that I can only dream of. Like Michelle Pfeiffer as Cat Woman. After acknowledging this, I then became aware of the women around me with their yoga attire and painted toenails. I wore a loose t-shirt and ankle-length leggings all in black. My feet were dry and my toenails were unpainted. Ugh. You know what I did? I curled my toes during the first couple of minutes. My goodness, what level of sef-consciousness is that? But I was feeling really insecure. The class was 1.5 hours so I convinced myself that no one was paying attention to my feet and it would be torture to curl my toes the whole time. So I tried my best to follow along. I made sure to breathe and I softened my gaze or closed my eyes so I could focus on how my body felt per pose. Oh boy, I would shake occasionally and felt some odd sensations whenever my dormant muscles were forced to wake up and work. The class is probably considered very light for most people, but I surely struggled. And I am uneducated when it comes to yoga pose terminology so I couldn't understand the names of most of the poses as the teacher announced each one. Anyway, I resolve to control my petty insecurities and pat myself on the back for signing up for this. Have you ever been insecure about the most frivolous things? Maybe we can try to learn how to think less of those, eh?

Here's my anthem for today, aptly titled "Insecure" by Tom Misch: https://youtu.be/OF7rpAfBUSM?si=KCR8y5zR4gQZF7jb