I have been a life-long member of Team Jeans or GTFO, but I have finally seen the light and embraced yoga pants. What in the world was I thinking all these years??
Fine, maybe I’m falling into some awful stereotype of stay-at-home-moms who have given up, but I don’t care. I am home most of the time, so why the hell can’t I be comfy while sprawled out on the floor playing with beads? Why in the world do people place a character judgment on whether or not my pants zip? Yoga pants are stretchy and soft and wonderful, and there’s nothing wrong with that!
And yes, I do wear them in public on occasion, despite the fact that, as Stacy London once put it, “The cut is not very flattering”¦ even if you’ve got the best body in the world, they show every lump, bump, curve and ripple.” If you don’t want to see my lumpy ass, don’t look at it! It took me a long time to get over having crippling anxiety about being judged for shit like that, but I’ve finally decided (most of the time) that my comfort matters more to me than what someone else may or may not be thinking. The only things that keep me from wearing them out all the time are the lack of pockets to carry all my crap in and the fact that it’s been a bloody cold winter and the pants I have aren’t terribly warm. Come spring, all bets are off.
The fact is, yoga pants are everywhere these days, and the haters are just gonna have to deal with it. You can get them for about $20 at Target or Kohl’s or you can spend nearly $100 or more for fancy pants by Lululemon or Athleta (which boost the smug factor somewhat, but are indistinguishable from the cheap versions to most mere mortals) or you can shell out absolutely obscene amounts for designer yoga pants. I’m pretty sure the ones I’m wearing right now came from a warehouse club, so I definitely go for the inexpensive versions and they’re still ridiculously comfortable.
What about you? Do you live in yoga pants or would you not be caught dead in them?