Wearing a leotard and tights bring a few things to your attention that you might not have otherwise considered.
Let us consider the humble bingo wing.
What is a bingo wing, you might ask? A bingo wing, my friends, is a flabby under arm, named for a bingo hall and the old ladies that frequent them.
Standing in class first day in my new gear, digging my looking, feeling like an excited 6 year old kid with my pretty pink things and my floaty black skirt, stretched my arms out to second, checked the mirror to make sure everything is in the right spot, and there are my very own bingo wings, swaying in the breeze.
My Very Serious Ballet Face twisted into one of horror. What is happening there? I never noticed you quite so badly before! Must you jiggle like that? Seriously, stop!
Later that class, after recovering from that shock, was stretching out, feeling good, head nearly to the floor, feeling flexi, only to notice that Margie has not yet entered what we shall call "summer mode".
Pink tights hide nothing folks.
Thank christ the floaty black skirt does.
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