In my search for yoga classes, I discovered Austin Naked Yoga. I don’t envision myself going to this in June (…or most likely ever). However, I would happily welcome a guest blogger.
Each month I try to get a little outside of my comfort zone with the resolution I pick. While doing nude yoga publicly is out of the question for me, I decided to do yoga at home naked, all by myself, shades drawn. And it was…interesting. Why did it feel so foreign to be in my birthday suit? Why did I feel so vulnerable/giddy/embarrassed/plump/natural/ego-less/beautiful? I can’t say I enjoyed the practice more, but it was different. It was certainly an exercise of self-acceptance .
(With my clothes on,) I read this article in Yoga Journal and was truly surprised at the growing popularity of nude yoga.
Anyone think this is totally wacky? I double-dog dare you to try it. I just might try it again too.