I just got back from my first naked yoga class at Tree Pose on Pearl, and I must say that it wasn’t AS awkward as I feared it would be. For the first five minutes or so, people definitely shuffle around the room trying to claim floor space while holding their mats lengthways in front of them, covering as much body as they can with a rolled mat. One girl even had her mat sort of unrolled, but re-rolled around herself (I think her more liberal friend dragged her there). But once the instructor arrives, she totally makes it more comfortable by strutting in and plopping down on her mat then looking expectantly at everyone.
Of course closing your eyes to begin the class and chant om helps one settle into the whole nakedness of the room. I have to say it is liberating to practice yoga in your birthday suit. It’s just hard to tell if the person whose eye you catch from across the room is comparing poses (yoga pose envy—we’re all guilty) or just got caught staring at your tatas.
Overall, I’d say I enjoyed the experience and will probably go back. The class was packed, and everyone had a great attitude about it. By the end, we were all laughing and holding hands, exchanging emails and numbers and even organizing a happy hour for this evening!
Tree Pose on Pearl, Instructor Gaye Buds, Naked Yoga Thursdays 9-10:15
Drop-in Classes $20, 10-punch card $200 (prices adjusted to cut down on perverted riffraff, Gaye said)
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