I wanted the white one. With the bright pink lettering. It was the one that drew me to the display. But, of course, it was the smaller one. A medium. My coach suggested I try this smaller one, I laughed at her. She’s crazy. I took the larger, grey one.
Everything about the white one was… uncomfortable. It would stain quicker. It would expose my wobbly bits clearer. It would fit my form tighter. But the grey one, it was comfortable. Too comfortable. Too large.
I took the white one.
~that’s life… in no particular order