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Yoga Shorts
A feminist story about butt cheeks
Women’s fashion and yoga have been making heads turn for years. The yoga pant does remarkable things for the female form. Lululemon and Fabletics have really capitalized on our need to feel attractive while doing almost anything, like contorting in 90-degree rooms red-faced and drenched in sweat.
The yoga studio I recently joined doesn’t have a membership of women that are entirely dedicated to looking sexy while doing their vinyasa. I appreciate it because the clothes I attend class in are the same small selection of clothes I used to farm, hike, travel, and live in for two years. To say they’re worn and unflattering would be an understatement.
Like in every group situation, there’s always one person who sticks out. My yoga studio has this person. I don’t know her name because my limited knowledge of conversational French prevents me from willing myself to talk to my classmates. For the purposes of this story, I’ll call her Brittany.
Brittany sticks out because she is always late. The first class I took with her didn’t bother me. But, I was annoyed when she squeezed her mat directly in front of me so that I couldn’t see the mirror or the instructor. Since the first class, I feel tension in my chest when she fake hussle-bounces into the studio. “Desolé, desolé.” (Sorry, sorry.)