Spandex is the yellow paint of sports cars.  I understand that you want to show off the curves, but you're hurting my eyes.

You're wearing a halter sports bra and a pair of stretchy Capri pants.  Problem is, you're not on your way to Yoga, nor did you just leave your Yoga class.  We're at a bar, and you, my friend, are on your third margarita.

It seems that women who are in good shape think their Rock and Republics just aren't tight enough to show off all of their lady lumps.  But ladies, you have gone too far.  When did Yoga-wear become the pajama bottoms of this decade?  Remember in the 90s when it was acceptable to walk around in public in your flannel pj pants, rocking some flip flops and a white tee?  Trick question.  That was never acceptable. 

We are walking a thin line when fashion becomes about comfort rather than, well, fashion.  Stilettos weren't meant to be worn on a hiking trail.  And your Nike Shox weren't meant to be worn on a first date.  Dress up a little.  Hide a few flaws.  And take your hair out of that ponytail.  It's bad enough having to see this kind of attire at the gym, but at my local Starbuck's?  Give me a break.

Trends come and go, and personally I'm hoping this one is on its way out.  Remembering back to crop tops, I can only hope that this skin-parade will soon be a distant memory.  I for one can't take much more of this camel toe couture.   For the love of Bikram, leave a little something to the imagination.

Story by Raegan Thurlow.

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