ou’re in the middle of downward dog — or any pose that requires you to hinge from the hips — and your gaze follows your fingertips as you fold forward. And suddenly, you land your focus on the woman in front of you. The one in the pastel‑pink leggings. The one you admired on the way in for having the guts to wear something other than black, but also quietly wondered how those pants would hold up in a hot studio. Surely, they’d show sweat in places no one wants to show sweat. And worse… how could they not be see‑through?
In all honesty, the studio where I practice (yes, practice — I’ve been going for years, have bruises on my triceps from crow, and was contemplating a tattoo at the time, so I’d earned the right to use the word) is pretty free from judgment. A wide range of skill levels, everyone focused on their own mat.
SIDEBAR: Ever wonder why attorneys and doctors have “practices,” but the rest of us just have “work”?
Back to the lady in pink. A few five‑pointed stars and wide‑leg folds later, I started feeling self‑conscious for her. I stopped trying to master Ujjayi breathing and instead debated whether I should say something after class. It’s like the spinach‑in‑the‑teeth dilemma — I’d want someone to tell me. Wouldn’t you?
I said nothing. Not because I didn’t care, but because I didn’t want to embarrass her. But if the tables were turned, I’d rather be embarrassed for five seconds than wear see‑through pants for 60 minutes.
I’ve seen her a few times since, never — thank Ganesha — in those pink leggings. Maybe someone else told her. Maybe she figured it out. Either way, if I ever see her in pink again, I’ll gutsy up and say something. Because it’s the right thing to do. Right?
And if you’re curious, here’s the post about the tattoo I did end up getting.
Cover image created with Google AI.
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DISCLAIMER: These are my personal experiences and opinions. Nothing here is medical, nutritional, or therapeutic advice. Also, I’m a writer and an editor. And I try my best to make sure every post is articulate and free from errors. However, being that I edit my own work—and it’s next to impossible to properly edit your own work—I admit, occasionally there may be an error or two I miss. But doing so doesn’t make me an idiot so don’t be mean. Just smile, pat yourself on the back for finding an error and be glad you’re not the only one who makes mistakes sometimes … xoxox
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