Recovering people-pleaser

Thirty, I spent my twenties being whoever the man I was dating wanted me to be, and I'm done. Three relationships, three versions of myself, and none of them were actually me. I'm a yoga instructor in Lexington, I'm learning to say no, and I want someone who likes the real version—which is opinionated, a little anxious, and way funnier than I let myself be for years. I want someone who'll come to my class once just to see my world. Someone who'll sit with me on the grass at Woodland Park and talk about something real. I'm learning to trust my own voice. Be someone who encourages that.