Why I Went to a Naked Yoga Class

Hey everyone, let’s talk about stepping out of comfort zones. This week, I did something that pushed me way beyond mine—I attended a coed naked yoga class. Yep, you read that right. And no, it wasn’t some wild dare or a midlife crisis. It was about challenging myself in a way I’d never imagined.

So, why naked yoga? Well, it started with a realization: I’ve always been uncomfortable with vulnerability. Whether it’s public speaking, being on camera, or even expressing emotions, I tend to avoid situations where I feel exposed. But I knew that if I wanted to grow, I had to face those fears head-on. Naked yoga seemed like the ultimate test of vulnerability—if I could handle that, I could handle anything.

The day of the class, I was a bundle of nerves. Walking into the studio, I saw people casually chatting and undressing in the lobby. Meanwhile, I was overthinking every step, wondering if I should just turn around and leave. But I didn’t. I took a deep breath, peeled off my clothes (slowly, very slowly), and stepped into the candlelit room.

The first few minutes were surreal. I was hyper-aware of every movement, every part of my body. But as the class went on, something shifted. The nakedness became less important. It wasn’t about how I looked or how others looked—it was about the practice, the flow, the connection to my own body. By the time we reached savasana, I felt a sense of liberation I’d never experienced before.

Was it awkward? Absolutely. But it was also empowering. I walked out of that studio feeling like I’d conquered a mountain. And you know what? I might even go back.

So, here’s my takeaway: Growth happens when you step outside your comfort zone, even if it’s uncomfortable (or downright terrifying). Naked yoga was my way of doing that, and it taught me more about myself than I expected. If you ever get the chance, give it a shot—you might surprise yourself.

Written by one of my new students.