I hate your guts.
You make my hips burn, my ankles ache, and my jaw clench. You compromise my balance. You make me feel weak, agitated, and just plain mad. I find you so irritating, in fact, that if I never had to practice you again, that would be fine with me.
I know this must be hard for you to hear, so please know that it's not personal. It's not you at all really—it's me. I would break up with you, but I know there are still lessons for me to learn from you. So I will endure your unpleasant company, but I will NOT like it.
Love,
Erica
P.S. Tell your brother, Parivrtta Ardha Chandrasana (Revolved Half Moon Pose) I hate him, too.
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