Hell yeah, I want to get naked and do yoga in a room full of women! This wasn’t my reaction when I first heard about nude yoga but after listening to Rosie speak about femininity and self-acceptance, I was hooked and knew I had to do it. I’m not the kinda girl who would jump out of a plane so nude yoga was a good solution for breaking the boundaries and getting out of my comfort zone. It was going to be life-changing!
Obsessed with the idea, I signed up for the Brisbane class months in advance and wrote a story about Rosie for Get it Magazine. “I’m going to do nude yoga,” I assertively told the girls in the office. There was no backing down; I was a woman on a mission!
The day finally came and I was ready to go (my body as hairless at it has ever been). As a storm rolled through the sky and I checked the train timetable, I realised I wasn’t going to do it. I just couldn’t. The thought of twisting and turning my naked body on a yoga mat. No! Not going to happen! I listened to fear as it told me that I was too chubby for nude yoga and not experienced enough to do the movements. What if everyone laughs at me?
So I didn’t go and I spent the next few weeks feeling really terrible about it. I felt like a fraud – especially in the online world where I was preaching the importance of femininity, courage and self-love.
Weeks later I got the idea for a book. I wanted to turn my Wild Woman Interview Series into a memoir that explored my own experiences in finding my voice. Inspired by the words of mentors and friends, I sat down to write my definition of a wild woman. Struggling, I realised I didn’t have an answer. What would I know about being wild? I couldn’t even do nude yoga! So I tentatively contacted Rosie and I admitted that I was scared. She invited me to another class and all it took was one moment of courage to say yes!
I’m writing this three days after my class while looking at a pink post-it note on the wall. Goddess. Lightly. Open. My core-desired feelings. Rosie’s class was the epitome of these words and I’m sad to think that I almost missed out on the experience.
Nude yoga cracked me open and allowed me to find the alignment that I’ve been searching for. Surrounded by a sisterhood of passionate women reminded me not only why I was there but also why I started Sophie Zen and the Wild Woman Interview Series.
These words came to me not long after my class: