To My Sweatpants, Thank You For Always Being There

If I could spend the rest of my life in a pair of sweatpants and it was socially acceptable, I would. In honor of National Sweatpants Day yesterday, I’m writing a love letter to my favorite article of clothing that has provided me warmth and comfort for more than 20+ years.

While you may not be THE love of my life, you do come in the top five of things I can’t live without. Even though I live in a warm climate year round, I always look for an excuse to put you on. While you may be close to a 100 years old, you still feel young and vibrant to me. Our love is not forbidden, but it is also highly frowned upon outside of the comfort of my home.

Sure, you’ve evolved over time, but the one tried and true formula you’ve stuck to is being comfortable. Over the years you’ve lent out your style and your comfort to all sorts of other legwear from joggers to track suits, but you sweatpants, you’re an original, a true OG. You come in all shapes, sizes and colors and I don’t discriminate when it comes to choosing you. The idea that you can provide such joy and sheer excitement puts the biggest smile on my face every time I pull you out of the drawer.

You’re one of my favorite accessories to wear when I go to the movies, often times sitting through doubleheaders. You keep me warm when the theater blasts the AC to subarctic temperatures. When you’re paired with a sweatshirt, my body is instantaneously at ease. I’m neither cold or hot. Sweatpants, you’ve gotten me through MANY “cold” nights over the years all across the globe. You are universally adored and a necessity wherever I travel. Sure, I could bring you to the gym, but let’s be real, you make me hotter than I really need to be. I guess I really do need my space from you from time to time.

It pains me that people judge you for not being appropriate to wear out to dinner or to work. What have you ever done to anyone except make them happy? So you’re too soft and you can run a bit big? Love knows no shape. You’re a classic, much like a Beatles song or a Coke from McDonald’s. You’re the one I go to when I need to be comforted, when I need to seek shelter from what’s going on in the real world. I can crawl up on the couch or get into my bed and know you’ll be there to keep me company.

The best part about you is that you’re all mine. I don’t have to share you with anyone else. You’re the epitome of loyal and you have never disappointed me (except when I’ve grown out of you or you die a horrible death in the washing machine). Even if you’ve been taken from me prematurely, I know you’ll be reincarnated into another great pair of sweatpants that will serve the same purpose. To you sweatpants, I love you and wish you eternal happiness.

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