This weeks weigh in was all about naked yoga. Elle recently posted an article about one woman's experience with a naked yoga class.
Don’t believe anyone who tells you that you’ll forget the nudity after a few minutes; I was acutely aware of how naked we all were the entire time. It was hard not to stare at the teacher’s breasts when she talked us through a modified fish pose and yeah, I totally glanced at my male neighbor’s crotch. Forget the furor over see-through Lululemon leggings or exposed thongs: in naked yoga, it's all on display. Is it totally weird to look up from Downward Dog and be close (but not that close—there was a comfortable distance between mats) to testicles and outer labias? Um, yeah, and it's not something I grew accustomed to. And it's a little more chilling once you realize that you're just as exposed as they are. Let's just say that when we did Crow pose, I was relieved that I had paid a recent visit to my waxer.
But what I was most aware of was how being naked and moving into unflattering poses felt in my body. In downward dog, I wondered if I really had cellulite on my knees. In warrior two, I caught a glimpse of my belly hanging at an odd angle in one of the mirrors. In happy baby, my breasts felt unusually floppy.
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Have you taken Naked Yoga? Tell us about your experiance.