I remember the first time I cried in class. It was 13 years after I first stepped foot onto a mat. At that very moment, when I cried, I was lost in a sea of yogis in the middle of a yoga festival. The tears were uncontrollable. Snot was gushing from my nose. My face was blushing from sweat, summer heat, and emotions. I was basically ugly crying in public and I had lost hold of my feelings. That episode was one of the most liberating experiences of my life.