About 15 years ago a thin, athletic woman I’ll call Kelly came to a few of my Tuesday morning classes. She’d show up in her workout clothes, sweaty, with a cup of coffee in her hand which she’d sip standing up until I started the class.

A few weeks in she stayed after to talk to me.

“I’d like you to ramp up the class a little,” she told me. “I need to do more upper body work and I’m not getting quite enough in your class.”

I asked her why she felt like she needed a stronger practice.

“Look, I run 6 or 7 miles every morning so I get plenty of leg work, but my upper body is not getting enough which is why I come to yoga after my run,” she told me.

I kept digging. “Why do you need to work out so much?”  

“Because of my weight,” she said bluntly, with a bit of a “duh, isn’t that obvious!?” look. “I have to work really hard to stay thin and I agonize over every bite of food I put in my mouth.”

My heart went out to her. I remembered that feeling and I also knew how, over time, yoga had helped me to quell it. But unfortunately for Kelly, I had very little explanation to offer her other than that my classes could perhaps help her relax a bit.

But Kelly was clearly not interested in relaxing.

It was the intensity of her workouts (and life) that kept the weight off. Relaxing meant letting her guard down against the relentless enemy of fat.

I didn’t understand how to explain the neurophysiologic benefits behind what I taught and how they differ from (and complement) those of strong physical exercise. So, after a few more weeks, I never saw Kelly again. I’d lost her to her anxious pursuit of an elusive ideal.

Kelly is only one chapter in a long book I could write about yoga, women and body image/eating disorders. There are so many other heartbreaking stories.

As I started to study neuroscience and read research, I began to understand how yoga helps to assuage anxiety and build a more resilient nervous system and a stronger sense of self, self-referral, and agency. I understood very personally how yoga practice can help free a mind colonized by misogyny and patriarchy. I began to have better explanations for my students that moved far beyond “it’s relaxing.”

Slow, mindful practice is a way to compassionately and empathically defy anachronistic ideals about women’s bodies that are so deeply and tragically ingrained in our culture.


Fat is a feminist issue and until we completely expunge the drive for the perfect runway model ideal, it will continue to cause suffering, and continue to necessitate rigorous feminist critique. Women are not works of art and our bodies don’t need sculpting.

Moving slowly, without worrying about whether or not you’ll feel the burn, dissolve your thigh fat, burn calories, or earn the right to put cream in your coffee, is a compassionate act of feminist defiance. When you go inside and look at who you truly are and begin to understand your true potential and what you are truly capable of, you begin to unravel those intrinsic, imposed messages.

Slow is an act of defiance.

Slow disrupts the order.

And it is also deeply human and humane – satisfying, compassionate, nurturing, and healing.

Kelly will probably never show up for my class again and that’s okay, people need to go through their own processes and I can only help those who are interested in getting help. But what I can ensure is that every woman who walks through that door into my class in the future will find a safe haven where she can begin to come home to herself.


If you liked this blog you can check out my new free guide for yoga teachers called “3 Reasons to Go Slow (a Cheat Sheet for Yoga Teachers)” Download it here!


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