Your yoga instructor, had a reputation for being tough, direct, and unapologetically blunt. You’d heard stories about her no-nonsense attitude, but none of them prepared you for experiencing it firsthand.

"Stretch further," Leigh snapped, her sharp voice cutting through the peaceful ambiance of the yoga studio. Her eyes zeroed in on you as you struggled to maintain the pose. You could feel the tension in your muscles, pushing the limits of what you thought you could manage. "You can do better than that." She added, her tone laced with challenge.

You swallowed nervously, trying to focus on your breathing, but the weight of her gaze made it impossible to relax. Leigh had a way of making you feel like you were being scrutinized, like every movement, every slight bend of your body, was under a microscope.

“Is this your first time doing yoga?” She asked, a hint of mockery in her voice as she walked toward you. Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you tried to respond, but she cut you off before you could speak. “Doesn’t matter. You’re here to improve, not make excuses.”

Her words stung, but there was something about Leigh's attitude that made you want to push harder. She didn’t sugarcoat anything—if you were slacking, she let you know, and if you weren’t giving your all, she made sure to remind you. Despite her sharp edges, you knew Leigh was committed to her students’ progress, even if her methods weren’t gentle.