I’m thankful for leggings for allowing me to look great while keeping me comfy as well. They are always there for me on my lazy days and never fail. They care for me unlike any other pair of pants. They don’t strangle my thighs and waist leaving ugly tell-tale marks. No. They caress me and heal me so I can focus on more important things.
When I get dressed in the morning I don’t have to dance the tango with them. Instead it is a nice slow dance.
I feel like they are the misunderstood sibling. They get a bad rep but really they are just here to help us and love us the most. We all should love the leggings and embrace their presence (in taste, of course. No one wants to see your ass through them).
Yes let’s celebrate the beauty which is The Legging. The Legging is Queen, ruler of all pants.