Hearing someone else describe the exact same experience out loud was transformative.I had begun to feel stronger and leaner, and was proud of my own dedication.I would try my damnedest not to make eye contact while sweating profusely. It was usually accompanied by an expression of utmost concern and the assumption I needed extra assistance due to my physical appearance.
I couldn't stop wondering if people were offended by the length of my yoga shorts.
I was convinced the sight of my bare, thick thighs in front of the classroom was distracting other people.
Anytime I walked out of yoga, at least one person would make it their mission to gravitate toward me and congratulate me for “surviving” the class.
Just the other day a woman told me she wanted to stop mid-workout to tell me how proud she was that I was working out.
But every time I built myself up, returning to this studio would immediately begin to erode all the confidence I had because the space wasn't inclusive.