My friend Roseanne Harvey, genius behind “It’s All Yoga Baby” had an interesting post the other day about new, nude trends in yoga, and as she said “the precarious relationship between yoga, nudity and sexuality”. She talked briefly about the work of Abby Winters who started Nude Yoga Girls (which features exactly that ok… so graphic content warning here), which is a site that I had seen about a year ago but hadn’t thought about much since then. I remember at the time thinking… “Great. This practice that I love that has actually helped me to finally come to peace with my body is now going to turn into yet another tool to objectify the female form.” I still feel pretty much the same in essence, though Roseanne has brought up some interesting points that have made me rethink my opinion and come back into the question.
Ultimately I think that as we muck through the messiness of human existence we have different levels of obsession that we need to work out. Obsession with the body in its form, function and appearance whether directed towards others or towards ourselves is just that… Obsession. But what is the line between obsession and appreciation? Where does confidence become egotistical and where does humility become shame? Yoga as the gift that it can be offers us the objectivity to observe our desires for extremism and identification. I think that the real question is, will we delve into the deeper questions that are beyond the form, function and appearance, or will we stay with how things look from the outside?
On the aside, all the recent posting on It’s All Yoga Baby and Elephant Journal about this topic is leading web browsers with tags “naked” “yoga” and “girls” to our sites. So comment and let’s keep the conversation going!