Yeah, totally naked, coed yoga.
Before last week, I’d never wondered if I needed a Brazilian wax before a workout.
I’ve never showered immediately before a workout either, but you want to be prepared before you do downward dog naked in a room full of strangers, no?
I didn’t have any expectations for my first naked yoga class. Truthfully, I didn’t know it was even a thing before I found a Manhattan studio called Bold & Naked Yoga.
Here’s the thing: I’d like to think I’m pretty comfortable with my naked body. I leave the lights on during sex, I sleep naked, I’ve been known to cook the occasional meal in the nude (never bacon, obvi). But I’d never been nude in front of a crowd before. Still, I figured I would be OK.
I showed up to the studio in loose clothes, nice underwear, and with my own yoga mat (they do rent out mats there, but if my vagina is touching something, I’d like to own it). The studio was warm and inviting, and the instructors, Joschi and Monika, were so welcoming. They introduced themselves and really made you feel comfortable.
But nothing makes you quite as nervous as sitting in a room with strangers you’re about to see naked. It reminded me of the feeling you have before you’re about to hook up with someone for the first time: You’re nervous, you’re excited, and you don’t know what to expect.
I stood around awkwardly because I didn’t want to seem overly enthusiastic and be the first to take my clothes off. But then it just happened. Pretty much all at once, everyone’s clothes came off.
And you know what? It wasn’t uncomfortable. Mostly because the expectation is that you don’t stare. The whole point of yoga is to focus on yourself, rather than the people around you.
Original publication 14 April, 2016
Posted on NatCorn 8th March 2021
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