This past weekend, I taught my very first naked yoga class.
That’s right—buck naked yoga.
Let me tell you, I did not walk into that room amped about getting naked with a room full of strangers. It wasn’t an especially exciting idea to me—in fact, it was kind of scary.
As a young woman, the idea of taking my clothes off in front of people opened up a whole lot of boxes—the marginalization and standardization of beauty, cultural ideas of sex and sexual expression, the objectification and belittling of a full human form to a mere sack of well-appropriated body parts, fears of abuse and trauma…the list goes on.
- Naked yoga: It’s on my bucket list, although you probably wouldn’t want to watch (metronews.ca)
- New naked hot yoga class for men in Regina (cbc.ca)
- Ascending Consciousness through Nude Yoga (nurevealyoga.wordpress.com)
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