Tall, thin, buns of steel, guns perfectly defined, exceptional limber, beatific smile upon the face, eyes dreamily half-closed, rad dragon tattoo over the shoulder. Right? That's how a yogi - an American yogi, that is - looks in my mind's eye.
Then there's the Indian yogi in the loin cloth, long grey hair, and marigold mala. Perhaps with some colorful paint on his face. Possibly with a bit of a belly. Still with the beatific smile, though.
|Like 19th century Yogavatar Shyama Charan Lahiri, also known as Lahiri Mahasaya, described in Autobiography of a Yogi.|
But when I had to introduce myself to the other 40 day challenge yogis, I realized that eleven years is quite a bit of experience with yoga, and studying in India did make me rather dedicated. Then when the instructor of the first class during the Challenge identified the "40 day challenge yogis," and the rest of the class applauded, I realized that maybe the flexibility, and slenderness, and tats didn't matter so much. What mattered was showing up.