Dear new yoga bra,
I shouldn’t be having these kinds of feelings for you. It’s too much.
But the way I feel when we are together — it’s magic. When I wear you, I show enough cleavage that I feel perky and cute, but not so much that I look like a dancer by the airport.
You make me feel supported.
And even in those rough, humid, almost-want-to-vomit classes, you are there for me.
But I’m overcome with guilt about my feelings. I should be a wise enough yogi that the top I bought on sale at Target three years ago should make me just as happy as you do. You know…equanimity and detachment and all that.
I shouldn’t feel like my backbends are just a little deeper when I’m enveloped by your slim little straps. I shouldn’t feel that my grip is just a little bit tighter in rabbit pose when you hold me close.
But I do.
I can’t deny it any more.
And every time someone comments that you are adorable (which they do, because you are) I can only nod in agreement and say “thanks” – as if I had anything to do with it.
So, new yoga bra, I feel better now that I have confessed my obsession. I hope we can just keep this love affair between the two of us. There are a lot of other tops in the drawer, and I don’t want anyone to get hurt.
Until we sweat again,
Onzie has the best yoga clothes! If you have to stare at yourself for 90 minutes in the hot room, why not look cute.
I love you Lisa!!!! You crack me up!
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