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The Metamorphosis of Leggings
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Published: 20.06.2025 • Hide
The thin, cool fabric of the leggings slid over my skin as I pulled them up, almost like a second skin. I looked at myself in the locker room mirror, unsure. They were really tight, these pants. Every curve, every crease, every little detail of my figure was on display. I swallowed, suddenly aware of every imperfection. The cellulite on my thighs, the little belly that peeked out just above my waist, the knees that weren’t quite as toned as they used to be. I sighed. Maybe I should have gotten a size up. But then I took a deep breath myself to look past my insecurities. The pants were actually really comfortable. The stretchy fabric conformed perfectly to my movements, without squeezing or pulling. And let’s face it, the color was gorgeous. I took a few steps, bending and stretching to test the flexibility of the fabric. Perfect. I could imagine wearing them to yoga, or running in the park, or even just lounging on the couch.
