There are many moments when I wonder if I’m doing it ‘right’, or if I even belong in the yoga space.
I grew up in Pakistan in a conservative environment where women’s bodies were closely watched and often policed. I now teach in Toronto, in a culture where yoga is widely accessible and often aestheticized.
Moving between those contexts changed how I relate to the practice.
In one setting, the body felt restricted. In the other, it often feels curated. That contrast makes me pay attention to how we talk about bodies, authority, and who gets to take up space in a room.
I don’t exoticize yoga. I don’t sell transformation. I don’t pretend tradition is simple or modern culture is neutral. I’m still figuring out how to hold all of that responsibly.