The three of us met the teacher, Cindee Rifkin, who immediately made me feel better. I went with two of my co-workers, which supposedly makes things even weirder there was no way to escape into an abyss of anonymity. It was in a building with eight or so floors, but when we said “Floor 2” to the doorman, I could only imagine he was thinking “THEY’RE GOING TO THE NAKED CLASS.” Then we reached the studio, and I gawked at every person: “Are they in the class too?” “Will they potentially be staring at my vagina in about ten minutes?” “Will they like my cool bra?” And it all felt.a little weird However, I started to feel pretty nervous once we got to the studio. (Ovens = hot enough.) And since yoga is all about connecting with our inner core, and is so mental and spiritual and yogi buzz word buzz word, I thought it would be cool to practice without any physical barriers - rooting to the ground, no clothes included. I sleep naked, shower naked, and sometimes even cook naked. ![]() I have no qualms about only working out in a sports bra, since I’ve been doing it since high school track. ![]() To be fair, I’m pretty comfortable in my own skin (and I guess down-dogging with other random strangers). People would say things like “you’re crazy” or “you’re so brave,” and I wanted to be like “dude, it’s just yoga…without clothes. And for whatever reason, I wasn’t all that nervous about it.
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