While
out of town this week for work, I decided to find a studio to practice and
decompress from a stressful work week. I was really excited about practicing at
a new studio- almost like taking a yoga vacation! The studio was absolutely
beautiful, the teachers and students welcoming, and don’t even get me started
about the new and exciting retail that I perused.
After
I changed clothes and stepped into the space, I noticed that the wall that our
mats were facing was a wall of floor to ceiling mirrors. I had never practiced
in front of mirrors before, and I was interested to see what my practice
actually looked like in the flesh. We started at the top of our mats in
mountain pose. I immediately noticed that the shirt that I had chosen to wear
made me look awfully wide. I looked over at the girl next to me, thinking that maybe
the mirrors had a strange effect on our bodies, but she looked the same width
in the mirror as she did in person. Interesting. Maybe I would not choose to
wear this shirt in the future. It did nothing for me, visually.
By the time I was getting over the
hideous shirt, we were through sun salutations. Time for some standing poses.
Warrior II. OH MY GOODNESS. Is anyone noticing the fact that my stomach is
sticking out this far? I look like I am with child. Mula bhanda, Lauren. Tuck
that bad boy in. I suppose that looks a little better… it’s probably just the
brownie that I shared with a friend after dinner.
By this point, I was hoping for any
pose that would put us in the opposite direction of the mirror, or involved
laying on our backs. The entire class, I was scrutinizing my make-up, clothing,
and physical body. There were a couple of times that I noticed a posture needed
adjusted, but I probably missed some obvious corrections that I could have made
due to observing that my hair was getting frizzier and frizzier.
Which begs my original questions-
How can you see yourself, when you can see yourself? How are you supposed to
look inward if you are looking outward? If PranaYoga had mirrors in their
studio, would I be able to overcome this obstacle, or would I have never fallen
in love with yoga?
I left the class feeling dejected
and more stressed than I was before I walked in. As I was sitting at lunch the
next day, eating my PLAIN grilled chicken, thank you very much, I decided that
I would not again choose to practice in front of a mirror. I prefer the way
that I see myself without getting my reflection’s opinion.
-Lauren McMann, Is currently enrolled in PranaYoga's Yoga Teacher Training, Karma Yogi Support Staff at PranaYoga School of Yoga and Health. In her spare time she is Branch Manager and Associates Vice President at Old National Bank, a Newlywed, and Proud mother of four fur children.
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