I understand you had higher hopes for where you'd end up, maybe some fashion-forward type with a perky butt that would fill you out better than I can and wear you only once every few weeks while "slumming" and sipping wine on a veranda.
However, the simple fact is that I chose you to come into my life and join a rotation of about three other pair of these pants. You play the hand you're dealt.
I need to make clear up front that even though I will wear you when occasionally doing yoga, I'm aware you're not technically yoga pants -- you're workout pants. I don't pretend that you're a $100 purchase from Lululemon that I'll never buy when you're actually a $12 purchase from Target, but seeing as I don't sip wine and eat sushi on a veranda, please allow me to sound fancy when referencing you.
I also need to make it clear that for me, you aren't just weekend wear or something to lounge in. You will become a highly valued member of my family. Because you're new, you will be considered my "good yoga pants" and will be worn to the gym, the store, etc. -- in other words, you will be a public figure of sorts.
That means I'm going to need to rely on you day in and day out until I feel others get suspicious and I throw you in the wash.
This cycle will continue until you literally wear out your welcome, like the others who have journeyed before you. When that time comes, be secure in the knowledge I will keep you around as my "home" yoga pants, which is a pretty much like retirement in the Florida Keys for you.
Public appearances will be replaced with home workouts and actual yoga sessions, but your primary function is comfort. Every day when I get home from work, you are expected to be standing guard at the ready, next to the sports bra and T-shirt that complete my fashionista trifecta.
There will be challenges -- cat hair, spilled food, quick sprints outside to try and move the recycle bin out to the curb on the days I remember -- but when all is said and done, you will know that it's you and you alone who provide me with a sense of relief and relaxation from "real" pants that just don't get me.
So welcome to the rotation, my friend.
I look forward to breaking you in.