When author Claire Dederer first stepped into a yoga studio, she was,
to put it mildly, dubious about the whole experience. "The scene was the very picture of white female self-indulgence," she
writes. "There were no Indian people in this room, that was certain. A
woman in her late 20s entered and rolled out her mat in front of us.
Her thick blond hair was cut in an expensive bob. Her eyebrows were
fancily mowed. Her outfit was black and tight. She looked as though
she had been a step aerobics teacher until about five minutes ago. She
looked like her name was Jennifer. 'I am Atosa,' she said, and I
thought, 'Like hell you are, sister.'" But Dederer stuck with it; yoga appeared to be the answer to
everything in her life as a hip young mother in north Seattle. She
found a teacher with a down-to-earth name — Fran — but that was just
the beginning of her search. Dederer tells the story of her attempt to
become perfect at yoga and life in her new book, Poser: My Life in
Twenty-Three Yoga Poses. The Rules of Motherhood Dederer tells Weekend All Things Considered host Linda Wertheimer that
she turned to yoga after her daughter was born, in an attempt to keep
up with the hyper-competitive young mothers in her neighborhood. "There was a list of rules, which kind of surprised me how stringent
they were," she says. "You had to eat organic food, breastfeed your
baby – well, at least 'til it could talk. [You had to] carry your
child in a sling; strollers were completely banned." There were a host
of other unspoken maxims for moms, too. Yoga Doesn't Necessarily Lead to Perfection Dederer says she hoped yoga would not only soothe the back pain she
suffered while breastfeeding, it would make her a better person. "Yoga
itself was a path for me to try to become more perfect, more virtuous,
completely good." And she needed to be good, because she was unconsciously measuring
herself against her mother, who left Dederer's father in the early
1970s for a much younger lover, taking the children with her. "Our
life after that was a much more chaotic and complicated, interesting,
adventurous life," she says. She had promised herself she'd never create that kind of chaos for her
children. And yoga was part of the plan: Do the poses and become a
perfect, calm, contented mother. But she found in the end that although yoga helped strengthen her
family, it actually led her away from the idea of perfection. "What I
found instead was that I would sort of fall down and be a mess and
sweat ... and that it was fine. And so yoga really ended up teaching
me about loosening up and getting away from some of this
perfectionism."
to put it mildly, dubious about the whole experience. "The scene was the very picture of white female self-indulgence," she
writes. "There were no Indian people in this room, that was certain. A
woman in her late 20s entered and rolled out her mat in front of us.
Her thick blond hair was cut in an expensive bob. Her eyebrows were
fancily mowed. Her outfit was black and tight. She looked as though
she had been a step aerobics teacher until about five minutes ago. She
looked like her name was Jennifer. 'I am Atosa,' she said, and I
thought, 'Like hell you are, sister.'" But Dederer stuck with it; yoga appeared to be the answer to
everything in her life as a hip young mother in north Seattle. She
found a teacher with a down-to-earth name — Fran — but that was just
the beginning of her search. Dederer tells the story of her attempt to
become perfect at yoga and life in her new book, Poser: My Life in
Twenty-Three Yoga Poses. The Rules of Motherhood Dederer tells Weekend All Things Considered host Linda Wertheimer that
she turned to yoga after her daughter was born, in an attempt to keep
up with the hyper-competitive young mothers in her neighborhood. "There was a list of rules, which kind of surprised me how stringent
they were," she says. "You had to eat organic food, breastfeed your
baby – well, at least 'til it could talk. [You had to] carry your
child in a sling; strollers were completely banned." There were a host
of other unspoken maxims for moms, too. Yoga Doesn't Necessarily Lead to Perfection Dederer says she hoped yoga would not only soothe the back pain she
suffered while breastfeeding, it would make her a better person. "Yoga
itself was a path for me to try to become more perfect, more virtuous,
completely good." And she needed to be good, because she was unconsciously measuring
herself against her mother, who left Dederer's father in the early
1970s for a much younger lover, taking the children with her. "Our
life after that was a much more chaotic and complicated, interesting,
adventurous life," she says. She had promised herself she'd never create that kind of chaos for her
children. And yoga was part of the plan: Do the poses and become a
perfect, calm, contented mother. But she found in the end that although yoga helped strengthen her
family, it actually led her away from the idea of perfection. "What I
found instead was that I would sort of fall down and be a mess and
sweat ... and that it was fine. And so yoga really ended up teaching
me about loosening up and getting away from some of this
perfectionism."
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