Naked stretching

Let's put it all out on the table. Naked stretching is not something I would ordinarily do. But I found myself with a horrid migraine (probably one of the worst in my life) in a hotel. Alone. Under no other circumstances would I even consider such a pursuit. Sure, I know that naked yoga is a thing. A thing people love, apparently. But it is not for me.

I did learn some interesting things about my body in my pursuit for pain relief

• I'm not as fat as I think I am. Sure, my yummy is a little podgy and my thighs and arse have some chunk to them but I'm doing okay
• I am not as flexible as I was a year ago. Too much work is not a good thing! 
• I am never going to have a perfect body, and that's okay. My body has borne two beautiful children and that's good enough for me
• I have more stretch marks than I realised - one of the risks of not looking at your own body is that you don't know your body
• Being tired all the time is not good for you. My skin tone is morphing and it is not pretty