Let me start off by stating the obvious: Of course I wasn’t actually the woman in your yoga class,but from the sound of it, I could have been, and in fact, I have been that woman more times than I can count. So, while this is written in jest, it’s also written in love. Because while I don’t want to discourage you from writing about race again, I want to encourage you to learn about it more first.
First, I have to apologize because I honestly didn’t notice you in that class, while I seem to have had a profound effect on you. I wish you had come up and said “Hi,” because I think you could have saved yourself a lot of mental anguish. But now that we have this chance, let’s talk.
I’m not sure what you thought you saw in my eyes, but, believe me, I don’t resent your body or your whiteness for a very simple reason. I don’t envy them. And please don’t take that the wrong way, sweetie, because I thought you were just beautiful, and your sports bra wasn’t tacky at all, I don’t know who told you that. It’s just that I don’t strive to look like you. I don’t think your body, or your race, are better than mine. And while I knew that practicing yoga was going to involve twisting myself into some pretty complicated positions, honestly, I never desired to contort my body into yours. Continue reading >>