02/05/2026
I found these velvet Lulu Lemon yoga pants at the thrift store the other day.
The second I touched them, I felt it—this ridiculous, giddy rush of joy. And I thought…
“These are so me.”
And then I laughed at myself, because…how could a pair of yoga pants define me? But they do. Not because they’re expensive or flashy, but because they remind me that softness, sparkle, and pure, unashamed joy are allowed in my life. That magic can exist in small, ordinary things, and I can claim it—fully, unapologetically.
It made me think of a moment with my daughter and her friend. She was nervous about doing something bold—worried if it would look “good,” worried what others would think. And my daughter? She said something like…
“It’s going to be fire!”
That moment hit me. Because it’s true. Some people will judge you, no matter what. Some people will roll their eyes. Some people will whisper. And some will be quietly disappointed that you’re living on your own terms.
And you know what? That’s their stuff, not yours.
So wear the sparkly velvety pants. Dye your hair the color you’ve been dreaming of. Say the thing you’ve been holding back. Dance in your living room. Laugh too loudly. Be exactly who you are, even if the world isn’t ready for it.
Because here’s the real lesson I keep learning, over and over: you don’t need permission. You just need courage. And yes, joy counts as courage. Softness counts as courage. Loving yourself counts as courage.
So I’m going to keep these pants. Wear them when I want. Let them remind me that life can be magical, messy, sparkly, and real—all at the same time. And maybe, if I’m lucky, I’ll remind someone else along the way that they can too.
You deserve it. Always. 💛🤟
