BARING IT ALL: GREATIST’S NIGHT AT NAKED YOGA

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naked yoga (Photo credit: curlybird)

 

BARING IT ALL: GREATIST’S NIGHT AT NAKED YOGA

 

I slipped out of a satiny bra, slowly, one strap at a time. Next came a pair of striped cotton underpants — Too childish? I wondered. Too late. The lights were low and the room was warm, the electric hum of an air conditioner the only noise except the deliberate intake and outtake of breath. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake, an impulsive move we’d later regret. We avoided eye contact, closing our eyes and waiting for a feeling that seemed right. It was our first time.

 

THE BARE NECESSITIES: WHY WE DID IT

 

Our night of naked yoga started out as something of a joke. My original intention was to publish an article on the psychology of nudism, in honor ofNational Nude Day on July 14. But scientific research on the topic was scarce, and it seemed the only way to properly cover this touchy topic was to experience it firsthand. Besides, several people already had, disrobing, down-dogging, and then sharing their experiences online.

 

 

 

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