Ironically, I once scoffed at the thought of practicing yoga, as I was unimpressed by the way in which it was represented in the U.S. The studios, the yoga pants, and the culture felt inauthentic—not to mention that almost none of the people whom I saw practicing it looked like me.
After attending my first class, which felt like a series of ways to lightly stretch my body, I remember saying to myself, “I’d rather just go to the gym.”
My perception of yoga completely changed after my first visit to India in 2022.
I saw saddhus (yoga devotees) that looked like me, and was given the full picture of what yoga was all about.
What was being offered at most places in the U.S. was not whole. It was only a piece of the puzzle—a recipe devoid of key ingredients, a waxing crescent, a compass that had lost its direction.
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