{"id":45440,"date":"2018-12-07T16:01:27","date_gmt":"2018-12-07T21:01:27","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/wanderlust.com\/?p=45440"},"modified":"2018-12-10T12:04:47","modified_gmt":"2018-12-10T17:04:47","slug":"how-yoga-taught-me-to-value-female-friendship","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/wanderlust.com\/es\/journal\/how-yoga-taught-me-to-value-female-friendship\/","title":{"rendered":"How Yoga Taught Me to Value Female Friendship"},"content":{"rendered":"

\u201cAll of my friends are guys. Girls are crazy.\u201d<\/p>\n

Somewhere between a relatively normal childhood and the high drama of my 20s, this became my story. It probably started somewhere in my relationship with my mom, gathered steam through a string of destructive romances, and was cemented in the bridge-burning melee of my party days.<\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t even know that I missed, or needed, female friendship<\/a> until I finally broke free from my last toxic relationship. After a month-long, 200-hour yoga teacher training forced me to take a hard look at who I was and what I wanted, I packed up and left a five-year disaster.<\/p>\n

To my great surprise, a former roommate came through to nurse my wounds with home-cooked meals and motherly energy. I\u2019d been less than kind to her when we lived together, as I was buried under the weight of daily heartbreak. But after the introspection of the training, I realized that her warmth was without pretense. The fact that she still wanted to be my friend after I\u2019d been such a mess was the first step in unraveling my long-held self-loathing.<\/p>\n