I never felt so grateful for my body, for my big hips, my
cellulite, my frizzy hair, my long gangly toes, and all the idiosyncrasies that make me unique, than when I watched dozens of women
afflicted with cancer, most now living without one or both of their breasts, practice yoga without any sense of comparison or competition, without trepidation or worry, or when I received the warmest hugs from these women, without a shred if insecurity or inhibition.