I hoist and shove my breasts into a sports bra anywhere from 5 to 7 days a week to twerk out. I love a good sweat and it keeps me regularly sane (debatable). I could complain about the ways in which my breasts get in the way for EVERY form of exercise I partake in (because believe me, HELLO running & spinning), but I won’t do that because: A) this is my body, B) I appreciate it (LOL), C) I feel like my breasts are proportional to my composition, and D) I don’t mind them otherwise. Truthfully, this is the only life and existence I know – one with sizable breasts. Is that a crime!? All of this aside, I do tend to get frustrated in the midst of my one true love, yoga.
As an avid yogi, my breasts aren’t an issue for the majority of my vinyasa flowage. It is just that in certain positions, particularly the floor work portion, that I find myself with the…how you say…inability to breathe. At this juncture, I’m not even really phased by the sandwiching of my boobs on the floor in baby cobra because that ship sailed long ago and it doesn’t even register as uncomfortable.
I’m mostly focused on the suffocation that occurs in candle stick pose aka shoulder stand. Teachers always recommend that you place your hands on your lower back for support as you lift your legs up in the air to get into the pose. Ultimately, the goal is to really ‘stack each vertebrae on top of one another’ (as we all know, 99% not scientifically correct – similar to teachers telling me to ‘open my heartbone’ LOL) and inevitably, you are left with your chin inside your chest. THUS MY RESULT: breasts all up in my face and mouth suffocated. Don’t get me wrong, I love this position. It’s exciting. But I have to continually come up for air while in a constant fidget. I definitely can’t breathe out of my mouth for this situation, so I am sure you can imagine what happens next when I attempt PLOW pose after this said sequence of discomfort. The result? A full immersion in breast tissue even more severe than in shoulder stand, which typically lends itself to me breaking out in a few chuckles. Most of the time I have to come out of these poses rather quickly as I just can’t take any more self-inflicted harm at the end of a rigorous class.
Yet another LARGE issue is wheel pose. Yet again, we are left in the same predicament as the last two poses. Not really necessary to get into the details as my anatomy remains the same, but I will say that in wheel I’m left with less oxygen than the previous set of poses. Another position worth discussion: pigeon pose. A 5-star set-up for a grilled panini boob sandwich – my chest as the top bun and floor as the bottom.
After this journey, you can imagine the struggle to locate my pulse when it comes time for shavasana. My heart is apparently located somewhere deep beneath my breast tissue, but easier said then done. I usually give up within seconds and result to finding my pulse with my finger behind my ear. ANYWAYS, I digress.
Looking for feedback from other women who may have experienced or continue to experience similar issues, but for now – OM SHANTI SHANTI.