Instagram Yoga


Sadly it’s the same old story, we need to “be seen” and tell ourselves we mean something to people.

As well as the two Yoga mainstream threads typical of the western society, another one has been recently taking over like a storm. Twenty years ago, Yoga was a discipline/art practiced by few individuals who mainly loved its spiritual, religious and/or meditative aspects.

This approach, if practiced with awareness, will always have my full support and regard. Then, we got to the sport and wellness stage that has attracted a wide and diverse massive audience. Some of them come up with atrocious mixes thinking that, by increasing their flexibility, stretching their body (and their good will) and ending every sequence hands to the hearts paired to a sickly sweet smile on their face, their ”Kundalini” will awake in no time and everything else in life is going to be better. What can I say? Everyone has the right to live their own trips.

However, in the past few years, there’s been a surge of a new Yoga trend: Instagram Yoga. The Instagram Yogis take a nap during Yoga history and philosophy classes, when they have to work really hard, they get grumpy, and prefer devoting their time to practice handstands or any other complex asanas, providing they’re visually exciting. Never mind if they do not offer any specific physical benefit other than to collect lots of likes or be used as your facebook cover image. Sadly it’s the same old story, we need to “be seen” and tell ourselves we mean something to people. Who cares about exploring the self? Who cares about becoming a good teacher or a good therapist who uses yoga as a tool to explore and improve the well-being of an individual? Sod it. Working hard, envisioning what we are and where we want to go, stepping out of the comfort-zone won’t get you any likes or hearts or wows.

As never before, Teacher Trainings are attended by this new breed of trainees who do not use social media to promote their classes, rather they practice to boost their social media image. It seems a little sad or maybe my expectations are far too high.

Marco Mandrino