My response: I’d rather not. I want to be myself. Besides, the teachers who I respected wore Thai-style fisherman pants or white muslin drawstring trousers. They weren’t trying to show off their six-packs, booty, or buying power.
I attended public school, and preferred painters' pants and overalls to blue jeans. I still go for comfort and practicality. While naked yoga may feel right for some, I’m a Vata chick who gets cold when the temp drops below 80. Give me sleeves and scarves—lots of layers.
Also, if I’m going to communicate to the world that I’m a yoga teacher through my attire, it has to be my style: eclectic, independent, and eco-friendly (aka recycle, reuse, resale). I love the white clothing worn in Kundalini classes, but mine would probably be forever stained by grass, dirt, or smoothies. Besides, I like to reflect the gypsy in me by incorporating colors, jewelry, flowing fabrics, and European, Middle Eastern, and Indian influences, along with a bit of yesteryear.
Photos courtesy of Deborah Charnes