14/11/2025
I taught a class yesterday⌠in sunglasses.
Inside.
A few years ago I would never have done that. I would have tried to push through, squinting like mad, pretending I was fine while my head slowly tightened into a full-blown throb.
But yesterday the sun actually came out, which sounds lovely in theory, except it hit me like a spotlight after a week of grey skies and rain. My whole system went nope, thatâs too much. The light felt blinding, like I was walking around with my face scrunched up just to survive it. And by the time I stepped into the studio, I already knew that if I took the sunglasses off, Iâd spend the entire class battling pain instead of being present.
So I kept them on and told the group why.
And guess what⌠nobody cared.
At one point I laughed to myself, because itâs ânot really something you doâ is it? Wearing sunglasses while you teach a yoga class. It can look rude or odd or whatever stories we tell ourselves. But it was what my body needed in that moment, and it felt kind of liberating to honour that without apologising for it.
There was a time I didnât know how to do that. Iâd override my needs, people-please my way into discomfort, hold myself to societyâs standards, then wonder why I was exhausted or in pain for the rest of the day. I didnât have the self-trust or the inner permission to make small adjustments that actually supported me.
Yoga has changed that for me.
Slowly and quietly, over many years.
It taught me how to notice the signals, the subtle ones, before they turn into a full meltdown. It taught me to soften instead of push. To meet my body where it is rather than where I think it should be.
So yesterday wasnât about sunglasses.
It was about self-advocacy.
It was about choosing what I needed, even if it looked a bit unusual, or didnât fit the norm, so I could show up fully for the people in front of me.
And honestly, it felt like a tiny victory.
A reminder that honouring our needs isnât selfish or dramatic, itâs a practice.