I kept looking at this picture that my sweet son took. He said it was his favorite one. And every time, I kept seeing what was “wrong” in the pose. “What a terrible Warrior II. Is that what it looks like when I do that?!? Why are my arms not parallel to the floor? Why am I not deeper in the pose? I can’t believe I can’t do this asana!” A floodgate of negativity opened, complete with a heavy dose of the secret Inner Crazy Person self-loathing. I kept dismissing my son’s insistence that this was his favorite picture of me from that day. And then, my moment of clarity presented. “Oh! He caught that picture of me as I was transitioning out of Warrior II into Peaceful Warrior! That’s why my arms and legs are the way they are!” And for a second, I felt better, almost reassured. But then I thought about all that hateful spewing of negativity towards myself, and the real moment of clarity hit. What you see isn’t always what truly is. What had alluded me was that there is beauty in transition. There is beauty in change. And regardless of whether or not what you see is something you like, tearing yourself down is never the answer. Nothing is wrong with the picture. What is wrong is the lack of grace I was giving myself. Before you can be present and love another, you have to love yourself. Be kind to your inner self. That person is amazing—you just have to love yourself enough to see it. I suppose my little man was right. It is a pretty cool shot.