Dear Yoga Pants …

You rock my world. You make any bad day good and any self-indulgent day feel justified. There is something about you that I have yet to figure out. Maybe it’s your elasticity, maybe it’s your slimming effects, but you have a way about you. You are kind to me during my worst days, the days when not one pair of pants in my closet fits right and dresses just aren’t working for me. You smile at me every time I open my drawer; you are my most cherished item.

You are not biased; you come in all shapes and sizes. You appeal to every woman and comfort us in ways nothing else can. You forgive more than any human being has before, and you are not judgmental. You hold us together. Your name is deceiving — you are worth so much more than one fitness realm. Your language is quiet and subtle, yet loving and warm. You are not just a trend, you are a forever. You are wise and in charge, you make the rules. You go from bed to day and day to bed. You are understanding. You get it — when no one else does, you just do. You require no explanation, even our deep breaths of relief do not shock you. You are modest, but so appreciated.

I don’t remember life before you. You are the best companion. My appreciation for you is big, and my love for you is immeasurable.

Love,

Jennifer