This is what's happening
in Beverly Hills.
There's a Yoga College
of India,
and the man who runs it
is Yogi Bikram.
You've never really done yoga
until you've done
a Bikram class.
With millions in the bank
and millions of followers,
Bikram is doing
something right.
People would say,
"What's he like?" And I'd say,
"He sees himself
as a cross between
Mother Teresa
and Howard Stern.
He was a teacher who was
going to make me perfect.
He saw potential in you
that you might not see.
But he has a really ugly side.
He looked at me and said,
"Suck that fat stomach in.
I don't like to see
the jiggle-jiggle."
Bikram was so good
at getting inside of our brains.
I'm gonna suck the last
drop of blood you have.
How could smart women
endure weeks with this guy?
I'd seen flashes
of megalomania,
but I didn't know
how diabolical he actually was.
He kept telling me that
he wanted to make me famous,
and that I just had
to stay close with him.
Bikram called me out of class
and into his office,
and he said,
"What are we going to do
about us?"
Should we make this
a relationship?"
And it was just like,
"Oh, my God."
I don't want to say
that I was brainwashed.
But that's
what was happening.
There was a camp that was
going to hang him by his nails.
And there was a camp
that was saying
these girls asked for it.
It was really hard, because...
I wouldn't be the person
who I am today without him.
They're young women
who want to believe
in something so badly.
Those are the people
that he targets.
A lot of people tell
a lot of stories,
and that becomes their truth.
I'm happy
he's still teaching class.
You are not intelligent, wise,
experienced enough
to understand who I am.
