Imagine a world where women and young girls know and trust the innate wisdom of their bodies and feel pride about it, instead of shame.

It sounds simple I know, but after this week, I’ve come (once again) to the conclusion that sometimes, letting things be is the answer. If you’re having a shitty day, here’s my advice…

When I was 14, the girls I’d been hanging around with dropped me from their group. I was in a new school, in a new city. And a piece of my soul died.

The thing about fear, is that it can make you forget about all those times you’ve won it over. How many times have you come out of the other side of an experience, whether it’s falling over or going through a break-up, and realised, you made it?

Tears fall. And as I settle down into savasana, I don’t stop them. I let them silently roll down my cheeks, salty and burning. I let my body drop into the mat. I let my breath fall heavy. I give up the struggle. It’s almost two months since the day my partner burned out.

In yoga we speak so much about non-attachment. Being able to let things and people go. But how do you reconcile the idea that someone you love has to leave?