musings on the yoga journal cover model contest
I don't care how smoking hot your body is. DO NOT I repeat DO NOT use pictures of yourself doing yoga in a bikini. you look trashy honey. don't list your teacher as shiva rea, or Baron Baptiste
or B.K.S. Iyengar. maybe one of those people is actually your teacher, but you sound pretentious.
oh and also, your teacher is not "my heart" or "the whole wide world" your teacher is the person that actually teaches you yoga, maybe your teacher is yourself, but your heart didn't teach you to stand on your hands with your legs behind your head, a human did that.
now the body image grumbles kick in
I see row upon row of very tiny, pretzel like creatures, with a few normal human types mixed in. not that I'm surprised, but I was hoping for a broader range of ages, body types, what have you. don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on the tiny pretzel types, all bodies are beautiful, but we see the tiny friends in every beauty magazine, shouldn't yoga journal offer something different, once in a while? I guess we will see when the contest is over. perhaps, gentle reader, I will have to treat you to a rant about the ever present image of the stick figure as ideal body in our culture, perhaps I will squeal with joy as one of the tattooed painted ladies makes the cut, perhaps, gasp! it'll be a boy! an actual yoga boy! how novel.
but I think, yoga journal, reguardless of who you choose, I think I am done with you. I do not think you practice actual yoga anymore. we need a new journal, one that actually journals, about yoga. remember yoga? it's that thing we practice so we remember we are all one?
or B.K.S. Iyengar. maybe one of those people is actually your teacher, but you sound pretentious.
oh and also, your teacher is not "my heart" or "the whole wide world" your teacher is the person that actually teaches you yoga, maybe your teacher is yourself, but your heart didn't teach you to stand on your hands with your legs behind your head, a human did that.
now the body image grumbles kick in
I see row upon row of very tiny, pretzel like creatures, with a few normal human types mixed in. not that I'm surprised, but I was hoping for a broader range of ages, body types, what have you. don't get me wrong, I'm not hating on the tiny pretzel types, all bodies are beautiful, but we see the tiny friends in every beauty magazine, shouldn't yoga journal offer something different, once in a while? I guess we will see when the contest is over. perhaps, gentle reader, I will have to treat you to a rant about the ever present image of the stick figure as ideal body in our culture, perhaps I will squeal with joy as one of the tattooed painted ladies makes the cut, perhaps, gasp! it'll be a boy! an actual yoga boy! how novel.
but I think, yoga journal, reguardless of who you choose, I think I am done with you. I do not think you practice actual yoga anymore. we need a new journal, one that actually journals, about yoga. remember yoga? it's that thing we practice so we remember we are all one?
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