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Because I’ve officially run out of fucks to give.

Once upon a time, I was everyone's favorite yoga teacher—sweet, serene, endlessly accommodating. I said “namaste” with a smile, even when Chad showed up late, asked for adjustments he didn’t need, and moaned through pigeon pose like it was amateur hour on OnlyFans. I held space. I burned sage. I let everyone’s energy in. And guess what? Most of it sucked.

So I burned the whole nice-girl yoga persona to the damn ground.

Now? I don’t do fluff. I don’t do spiritual bypassing. And I definitely don’t do coddling.

What I do is demand presence, precision, and yes—you on your knees, breathing like you mean it.

IDGAF isn’t yoga and wellness for people who want praise for showing up. It’s for the ones who want to be led—clearly, firmly, and without a shred of bullshit.

You’ll kneel when told. 

You’ll breathe when I say. 

You’ll listen, sweat, stretch, and surrender.

And if you start thinking too much? I’ll remind you: this isn’t about you. It’s about showing up right, staying focused, and making every breath a small act of devotion.