Warning: REAL things ahead, like Instagram not portraying real life all the time, pregnant and mom bodies, and boobs. I went to spin class yesterday for the first time in, well, a long time. I think the last time I saw this crew and got on a stationary bike to ride and sweat my face…
For years I’ve avoided the constraints of “real” clothes on a regular basis. Why stuff yourself into tight jeans, cram your feet into arch-killing heels, and prop your boobies up in a bra who’s underwire pokes your side all day? Hence my love affair with tight black pants and all things spandex. Good thing I’m a yoga…
