Невероятная гибкая девушка

Красота и гибкость женского тела. Потрясающая гибкость человеческого тела, когда сложно понять, что где находится. Девушка инструктор, преподающая йогу для людей страдающих депрессией.
Красивая и очень гибкая девушка Хейди Вильямс (Heidi Williams), преподающая йогу для людей страдающих депрессией.

Мы можем только позавидовать ее мужику.

Невероятная гибкая девушка



 

"Perfectionism is a serial killer of happiness" -Brene Brown Sometimes we talk about being a "perfectionist" as being a great thing. We talk about it in job interviews like our biggest problem is that we are really just "too good" at things. But by definition a perfectionist is someone who is only satisfied with perfection. It doesn't mean you're perfect... It means you'll never be willing to take risks, or even try, for fear that you wont be good enough. It means that you'll never be able to fully enjoy the people around you, because they wont be good enough. When you are only satisfied once perfection is achieved, you forfeit enjoying the beauty of growth, the beauty of nature, the beauty of the human condition in general. And to me there is nothing more beautiful in life than that. Photo magic: @kariannphoto Flower crown: @thefauxbouquets Hair: @styled_by_carolynn

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I take my clothes off. Not for you. But for me. Some people believe that when a woman shows her skin, she is inadvertently asking for sex. Asking to be looked at. Asking for objectification. Is it not possible that a woman's body is made for more than just sex? That maybe it's not about sex at all. That maybe we take our clothes off because we damn well want to. That maybe We have shamed women's bodies for so long that it's time we take a moment to see the beauty and wonder in the human body. Regardless of size and shape. That maybe it's time to see our bodies for what they truly are...miraculous creations of God. Here to give us the ability to express ourselves at our deepest levels. Maybe its time we stop judging the human body and start celebrating and honoring it instead. Take a moment today to take your clothes off and truly see your body. Feel your heart beating for you.  Feel your lungs expanding for you. And for once instead of measuring it, thank your body for supporting every second of your beautiful life. Photo: @kariannphoto Hair: @styled_by_carolynn @lacedhairextensions

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Calling all my Utah Goddesses... On august 26th at 6:00 I am co-hosting an "I AM ENOUGH" Girls Night Out with my love @foreverhhy To remind each and every one of us just how incredible we are! This night is totally FREE and consists of: Cleansing Facials Luscious Hand Treatments Therapeutic Reflexology Rejuvenating Yoga Delicious Refreshments and some Nourishing Girl Time Come play and bring all your loves...Because you damn well deserve a night off! If you are a girl and you are in Northern Utah, direct message me and I will send you the address! Tag all your girlfriends below and I cant wait to hug and kiss each and every one of you!!! Photographer:@kariannphoto Flowers: @thefauxbouquets Hair: @lacedhairextensions @styled_by_carolynn

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"There is no such thing as somebody else's child" - #thecompassioncollective . Every year on mother's day there are millions of women who hearts ache because they have not yet been able to give birth to their own children. I see your pain and I ache with you. Our society tends to focus so much on identifying motherhood as physically having our own children to take care of. We claim that you aren't a mother unless you have personally given birth to or raised a child in your own home. This could not he further from the truth. Motherhood is part of our make up as women. And far too often we don't own that. We don't understand that until we can fully grasp the depth of our calling as females we won't truly be fulfilling our nature as mothers. On the deepest level of motherhood EVERYONE IS OUR CHILD. Our job as women is to take every child we come across under our wing and nurture them. No matter the age, race, sex, etc. We have the opportunity to right now to own our divine essence as women and help to mother the children of the world. See @brenebrown page to join in the effort to protect and share our love with the millions of refugee children that need your love as a mother more than ever. Thecompassioncollective.org

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I've seen a lot of hype about how social media is such a negative thing recently.... Specifically that everyone is fake and putting up a facade that in turn makes people feel terrible about themselves. You guys,  I am a HUGE promoter of being real.  Of sharing the good the bad and the ugly. So it may surprise you my feelings on this subject... 1. Sharing is scary.  While my entire purpose of being here in social media is to comfort and bring awareness to reality,  I completely understand why is not everyone else's. Sharing my story about ptsd, or rape, or feeling suicidal,  or cheating on my husband,  or being cheated on,  or hating motherhood.... That shit is scary. And not everyone is ready to do it. So while I completely support and encourage those who are ready,  I in no way want to shame those who aren't.  Being real isn't a requirement for having a social media account. It's a choice we get to make. 2. Not everyone is fake. I have found an incredible family of 16,600 people on here who are not fake. Who have opened up to me about their lives and their reality. Who have actually been an incredible support for me during so much of my healing. So just remember, You have every right to unfollow any account that doesn't make you feel inspired or good about yourself. I've unfollowed lots of accounts that don't lift me.  It's a good self care practice to have in place to make sure you are surrounding yourself with love and light. I hope you have a beautiful Sunday! So much love!

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I wanted this picture to be of splits. Oh how I miss my splits. ⯑ I'm sure dev wanted this picture to be me in a turtleneck sweater and full length leggings. ⯑ Someone else will want this picture to be of someone with more muscle. Or someone thinner.  Or someone with evenly tanned skin. There will always be something else that someone wishes I were. And guess what? That's ok. Because I am human. And because I am enough.  With my limited range of motion.  With my exposed skin  With my small muscles With my extra pregnant belly fat With my uneven skin tone. These are all beautiful pieces of me.  I love them. Take a moment today to appreciate that not only will you never please everyone,  but that you never have to.  It's not required.  It's not even recommended. So stop trying.  And start enjoying yourself today. Because you are beautiful.  With all of your quirks. And I love you. ⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑⯑

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Dear baby: I'll be meeting you in less than a month now. I haven't really been present this entire time. I think you know that already. I am mostly numb about becoming a mother to a newborn again. But I don't want to be numb. So today i decided to try to feel. The only tangible memories i have of the last time i had a baby are all flashes of sleep deprivation to the point of insanity and PTSD episodes. Crying. Screaming. Shaking. And attempting to end my life in some of them. They are all bits and pieces of a horror story i never want to live again. I have to keep reminding myself that I am different now. That i have options. That i can do things the way i need to. My heart is still racing as i'm writing about this. I know you can feel it. I keep wanting to apologize. To warn you about who i am. To explain why I can't smile when i think about babies. To tell you i wish i could gush over the thought of snuggling a baby. but right now, all i can think about is how i will survive the screams that became the trigger to my life falling apart. But for some reason, I feel like you already know. And that somehow you were meant to come and heal some of that. I don't really know what is in store for us. I don't know if i will feel hairs raise the second you start crying. I dont know if Dev will end up having to hold you most of the time because i get anxiety around babies right now. i dont know. all i know is that i am willing. I am willing to heal. I am willing to try. I am willing to feel something beyond doubt and terror. I am willing to love. Your new mama, Heidi

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Its noon at the indoor play center. The worst time for me to be here because its nap time and lunch time. There are 6 1-2 years olds crying. The exact age group that usually brings on my reactions.  Everyone is laughing because its hilarious to them that all their kids are losing their shit at the same time. All my senses are heightened. I feel the initial raise in blood pressure and my heart starts racing. My breathe has now doubled in speed. I feel my right shoulder start to tense sending a trigger point into action and my head starts to pound. My hands are sweaty and so are my under arms. 2 years ago this would have turned into a massive PTSD episode. Sending me into hulk mode. Complete with shaking and me screaming and begging for the crying to stop. Once it would stop, i would collapse in exhaustion as though i had just run for my life from something threatening to kill me. 1 year ago, i would have immediately started packing my stuff up and left before the shaking started. Today things are different. The second i hear a baby cry, i know what is coming. I immediately start my meditation which allows for me to feel my way through the dark unaffected by what is happening around me. I sit and do my inner work and slowly bring my blood pressure back down, calm my breathing, and reassure myself i am safe. People often mistakenly think that when you heal from something, you never have to face that demon again. After i came out of my appointment 1.5 years ago without a trigger, I thought the same thing. And was incredibly disappointed when i felt it come back later on. What i didn't realize is that just like a physical injury, mental and emotional injuries need maintenance and caution used when there is stress put on it. I have now created a system that keeps me in a safe healthy place. In fact, just this last week alone the stress has been high and  I have successfully breathed and meditated my way through 3 attacks!!!! Do you realize how amazing that is??? 3! in 1 week!! It makes me want to cry and laugh and scream "HALLELUJAH" at the top of my lungs! Today i am CELEBRATING! ⯑⯑⯑

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WOMEN! We need to talk. I was in a discussion class recently.  There were around 50 people present.  Half men,  half women. The room was large and loud enough that a microphone was necessary to be heard. The microphone was passed along to whoever had a comment or question. I noticed a pattern right away. Every time a microphone was offered to a woman with a comment,  she rejected the microphone.  Knowing full well that not everyone could hear what she had to say without it. There was even one woman who was handed the mic but laid in it her lap while she spoke instead of speaking into it. As I sat there straining to hear, I realized something... These women don't WANT to be heard.  These women don't feel like their message is valuable enough to NEED to be heard. So to all the beautiful girls in the world: Our world is made up of Yin and Yang. If as women we refuse to hold our feminine energy, there is no balance. If there is no balance, there is no safety. If there is no safety, there is no place for healing to occur. Have you read the news lately? We need healing to occur... You have a voice. It needs to be heard. You have a message. It needs to be taught. You have a gift. It needs to be shared. May you feel empowered enough to open your mouth and let your heart spill out. And may we as your sisters be there to hold you while you shine your loving light. xoxoxoxoxo

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Buddhists call it bodhichitta. Christians call it the light of Christ.  Atheists call it their conscience. It doesn't matter what you call it.  Everybody has it. It's that beautiful feeling you get when your ego gives way and your heart softens. It's that second you drop your judgement and you see the pure beauty someone else's soul. It's what makes your eyes sting when you read about what is happening in Syria. It's what makes you want to spread your arms wide enough to fit the entire human race.  And just hold them. Because you can feel. Because that inherent goodness inside you has been activated. And you are no longer separate from any living being in the entire universe. There are no bad people.  Only bad choices. We all have this beautiful life energy inside us. You can cover it,  dam it up,  build walls around it to seal it in as best you can. But it will always be there. Love will always be there. #21weekspregnant

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We went out to red rock yesterday for my birthday. No pictures. Just dev and I. The smell of dust. The sun. The heat from the rocks infused with oxidized iron giving it that vibrant firey red color. You want to know why I love it so much? It's the harsh beauty. It's the roughness of it. It's the fact that it's not soft and easy, but it's breath taking. It's healing. Somehow it is ALIVE despite the constant state of drought it's in. I told dev I want to help the broken people. The people like red rock. The harsh and scary ones. The ones that are so fucked up, that they need to be put away in a cell for the rest of their lives. Because these are my people. Because I believe in them. Because I believe in the goodness in them. That it exists. That there is a light deep within each of us that will never turn off. That can heal us. If we want it. And I believe they want it. I believe many of us really want it. That's why we fight. That's why we do crazy things. And I love them. I love all my broken family. I love all the people who have messaged me who are currently slaying dragons most people don't even believe in. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! AND I BELIEVE IN YOU! DON'T GIVE UP! DON'T EVER GIVE UP! I have been there. I feel your pain. I am here for you. There are so many of us that are here for YOU! Remember that. Hold that. And know that you are loved. Beyond reason. Beyond anything tangible. You are loved. #spottedinsynergy

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For day 1of #BELOVE2015 @alexzandrapeters asked us to look in the mirror first thing when we got up and tell us what we see. I was slightly irritable and hungry lol but I tried it. It was kind of perfect that way. I was just me. A girl who loved laughing, and kisses, and donuts. A girl who will curse enough to make a sailor blush. And A girl who is learning the art of unconditional love. Who loves people so much it's obnoxious. ⯑ I couldn't help but smile at myself. And proceed to go eat breakfast. ⯑Hosts: @AlexzandraPeters @Summerperez @Heidiwilliams89 ❤Sponsors @loverewritten @lalalandcomfywear @beloveapparel @marycarolinejewelry @kachavatribe @affirmats @oilmagicbymichelle @infinitystrap @yogapaws @initforthelove

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