I often catch myself saying the meanest things internally to myself, usually in regards to my weight. I’m a failure. I’m too big. Why can’t I just lose weight? I was so skinny in 1991. What do people think when I walk into the yoga studio? It goes on and on and ON.

I ask myself this sometimes: Would you ever, in a million years, talk to a friend of yours the way you talk to yourself?

Of course not.

Why don’t we offer ourselves the grace and kindness we extend to others? Can we begin to imagine when we talk internally that we are speaking to a dear, loved, unconditionally-accepted friend?

I’m going to give it a try.