Leftist commentary from a mouthy bitch
So, this past weekend, I decided to try Iyengar yoga. I used to do Hatha yoga, when I lived down the street from a yoga studio, but I had not been able to find a suitably non-woo yoga studio near my house, which were my two requirements: No woo, and close by. Also, it seems like every studio in town these days is Bikram or Vinyasa, neither of which appealed to me. But after listening to a couple of friends sing the praises of Iyengar, I decided to give it a shot. One friend knew a studio near my house. So this weekend, I called to see if they’d mind a drop in on a Sunday morning class. They said yes, so I set my alarm.
Sunday morning, I wasn’t really thinking about what I put on, except that I wanted to be comfortable. So, I threw on a spandexy tank top that would hold the girls down, and some yoga pants, and threw a loose, long-sleeved shirt over top and went. Once I was there, I realized that I’d need to take the outer shirt off or I would drastically overheat.
I took off the outer shirt, and wearing only a tank top, I did yoga for an hour and a half.
This may not seem like much to most of you, but you need to realize that I have not gone sleeveless in public for well more than five years. Honestly, it had to have been two or three years before the club where I worked closed, and it was during a particularly hot summer, where keeping that much clothing on was just stupid.
So, yeah, in a room full of complete strangers, I wore a tight, shirt with no sleeves, and didn’t freak out. I even caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror and didn’t get upset.
I am no less fat than I have been for years, but I’m slowly becoming more comfortable with myself.
Some of you will get how very revolutionary this was for me. Some of you will not. But that’s ok. I realize it, and that’s really all that matters.
And no, I’m not quite revolutionary enough to post pics of that. Maybe later.