We all know there is a certain type of pant that I love to wear. It starts with “yo” and ends in “ga.” Yep, I pretty much live in my yoga pants. Why? Because they’re comfy and stretchy and they’re easy to slap on in the five minutes I have to get ready in the morning. In my world, yoga pants are king. Or really, queen.
So imagine my shock when I heard my beloved yoga pants being dissed by blogger Veronica Partridge. She’s decided not to wear leggings or yoga pants in public because she believes they create, “a stronger attraction for a man to look at a woman’s body and may cause them to think lustful thoughts.”
She must look REALLY HOT in her yoga pants. Because let me tell you, when I wear them, I cause men NOT to think lustful thoughts. I cause men to think things like, “What’s wrong with that woman?” “Why can’t she get dressed?” “I wonder when she last showered?” “Oh, her poor, poor husband.”
I look like crap in my yoga pants. And I’m OK with that. I’m OK with rocking my mom uniform 24/7. Because it’s what works for my life right now. I’m not going to get all gussied up so I can do 40,000 loads of laundry and shuttle the kids around to their Little League matches. Not. Gonna. Happen.
So while Ms. Partridge is totally entitled to her opinion, and I respect her point of view, I’m going to wear my yoga pants in public. Every day. The end.
