lululemon store and got myself outfitted for my hot yoga classes. I couldn't pretend any longer that the full length yoga pants and tank top that I had been sporting to class were doing the trick while everyone around me was nearly nekkkid. "Who me? Oh, I'm totally cool in my head-to-toe fabric, thanks for asking. I wear this all the time to the sauna." The pools of sweat on my yoga mat, didn't lie - I needed to gear down or I would pass out. Cool was the one thing I wasn't. The time had come to admit to myself that I had to get those impossibly shorty-short shorts if I was going to avoid fainting. So here I was in Lulu's changeroom, or the carnival house of mirrors as I like to call it. Shorts, shorts everywhere shorts! I felt like a dog chasing its tail trying to avoid my reflection - spinning in circles. You see angles of yourself that you have NEVER seen before. "Is someone in here with me? What IS that?" are just a sample of the questions that may arise.
But I did it. I committed to the purchase.
So, tomorrow I will stand tall in my class, even if half my attire is missing. Do something a little brave for yourself (and celebrate your body, no matter what stage of transition it is in - it's who you are at this moment in time). xo