Dear Yoga Pants,

I still remember the day you came into my life – that day when people deemed it appropriate to wear thick tights and call them pants. I questioned their decision but then jumped on the bandwagon only to never leave it… let’s be honest, you are a game changer when it comes to life. You’ve evolved over the years from awkward cotton bellbottoms to sleek and shiny black pants, watching you grow has been nothing short of a pleasure. Thank you for being there for me when everyone else turned their back (or didn’t fit my backside…)  I’ve always wanted to rename you, because to me you are more than just yoga pants you are: let’s sit on the couch / go to work / grocery shop / enjoy life in me pants. Let’s be honest, you are a constant destressor in my life and spend every waking moment attached to my body (showered or not.)

You don’t judge me when you fit a little snug and you always make room for the extra scoop of ice-cream. When my weight goes up or down five pounds, you don’t bat an eyelash. You go well with my sweaters, you look comfy with my tees, and sometimes I pretend that you are real pants and wear you to the supermarket – you gem, you, never revealing your true identity. On days that I cram my bum into real pants (don’t take offense, we all know you are as real as they come in my eyes) I miss you dearly. I dream of your extra stretchy fabric that allows me to bend over without exposing anything and offers the ease of karate chopping someone without splitting seams (should I ever need to.) I don’t have to do a crazy dance to get you on and for that I am forever thankful.

The times that you come to the gym with me (let’s be honest, we’d both rather be snuggled up in bed… but we need to work together on this one) you make my butt look better than it is… They say black is slimming but what they should really just give you the credit. You never make me feel like a fraud for not taking you to an actual yoga class and you faithfully cover me during idiotic things like burpees. (And let’s be honest, the one time we did try yoga, we both knew we were more of a joke than anything…) You make it easy to get dressed in the morning because, let’s face it, you match everything. From long runs to coffee dates, it’s just me and you for days on end. I pack you first when I go on vacation because with you, I feel at home. They say home is wherever I’m with you – they are referring to you, sweet yoga pants. You’re like the oldest friend who knows my soul.

Dear yoga pants, thank you for your unconditional love and support, you are a fixture in my life that I hope to never grow out of.  All of the memories we have made together, good times – yoga pants – good times. Today I am celebrating you for all that you are: black, stretchy, resilient – you little devil, you. How you do it all in one day still impresses me. Thanks for sticking on me through thick and thin, you are the best. I love you dear, yoga pants (although I sometimes question your name – because I would rather refer to you as life pants.)

BFF for life.

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