I notice that while everyone is in good shape, the ages range from 20s to 60s. I check out the bodies around me, hopefully in a non-creepy way.
I take a moment to appreciate the wonderful weirdness of the moment. So I take off my clothes and stand there, feeling that sweet AC on my naked, naked body. These people don’t know me - for all they know, I could be the Queen Goddess of Nudist Town. Once the rules are over, the absolutely gorgeous Willow smiles and says, “Let’s get naked!” Despite my internal panic, I decide to take the “Fake it ‘til you make it” mentality. It’s nice to know that creepiness won’t be tolerated. As a woman who’s constantly subjected, fully clothed, to catcalls in New York City, I am very concerned about the possibility of harassment in my birthday suit. I’m glad, especially for the “No jerks allowed” part. Then the instructors repeat the rules out loud. Don’t presume the gender or sexual identity of anyone.” Nudity is mandatory, with some exceptions for people who are menstruating, trans folks, or struggling with body dysmorphia. Then he hands me one of their laminated sheets of rules: “Zero cellphone tolerance. Thankfully, Adam places me in the corner of the room, where I’ll have the least amount of eyes on my bare bits. While that’s great for their business, my internal monologue just says, “So, the chances of getting peen in my face during sun salutation just went way up.” The instructors, Willow and Adam, say it’s their highest attendance ever. Needless to say, I am a little anxious about working out naked, but I’m hopeful that the experience will help me love my body a little bit more.Ĭuriosity trumps nerves every time, so I show up for class at the company’s rented space in Chelsea, and am instantly surprised by how many people are there. In other words, I have the flexibility of a 70-year-old man. In more practical terms, I don’t do yoga. In fact, I’ve never even been skinny-dipping. I don’t like seeing my body, sans clothes, when I’m in a changing room. For example, I’m not the kind of person who can stand naked in a locker room without feeling uncomfortable. That’s why the class is so intriguing to me. While I’ve made great strides from the body-conscious teenager I used to be, I know that I’ve still got some work to do. When I sign up for Naked In Motion’s combo pilates and yoga class - a workout sans clothes - I have a lot of questions: When do you get naked? What if you have to fart? Do people hit on each other? (Probably not if you fart.)
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