Ode to leggings

Leggings so comfy, you can’t help but wear it 24/7.
You want to sleep in it, romp with it
Wear it to work even.

Leggings so soft and cozy,
You pretend you do yoga just so you can squeeze in it.
I love my leggings too, don’t get me wrong.
But the ways you wear it, I can write you a song.

If you wear one, don’t wear a multi-colored underwear.
Because when I see your leopard thong
It makes me want to swear
That I saw butt cheeks so big, I thought it was King Kong’s.

Do the bend over test.
Would the size of your ass give grampa a cardiac arrest?
Because, girrrlfriend, it’s not really sexy.
In fact, it’s really nasty.

And while I’m at it, let me correct you;
That tights aren’t leggings
So please take my cue.
Those sheer, thin hosiery
Are probably not for you.

Wear them under a skirt, a dress or an oversized shirt,
Don’t pass them as a pair of pants–
This wish, I hope you grant
Tights are not leggings,
This is my ode, I’m begging.

The power of looking up

It’s amazing how much we miss because we’re always looking down. Last week, I was volunteering for an event at my local library, a place I go to often, but not really pay attention to. I was tasked to meet and greet conference goers and was not allowed to be on my phone. During the downtime, nobody walked by me for a long time. Minutes ticked by and I was getting bored. I remembered looking up. To my surprise, there were graphics and art on the ceiling — very impressive art, actually. I stood there, mesmerized. It’s amazing how I missed that all this time I’ve been going to the same library, just because I refused to look up.

I’m always caught up with something that requires me not to look around. We’re always tinkering with our phones whether while walking or maybe on the train or bus that we miss things. Sure, maybe simple things such as an artwork on the wall or ceiling. But what if they’re bigger things? No wonder life flashes before our eyes oh-so fast. It’s because we’re too focused looking at the ground.

For instance, I used to read books on the train on my way to work. It passes the time during rush hour quickly, and it gives me an excuse not to make eye contact with people I didn’t really want to start conversations with. However, I’ve become more mindful about staring blankly at a space and just turning my brain off. I found that looking outside the window and watching as the city goes by or maybe people watch is sometimes a lot better than burying my nose in a book. Now, I smile at people even if all they give me is a scowl. Who knows? Maybe I’m the first person to smile at them all day.

Look around you more. Maybe you’ll find an unexpected treat — be that an artwork or something more.