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| - I'm pregnant. If you read my reviews, you've probably caught onto this. What once read as a a series of short stories about dive bars, now reads as a comical adventure about trying to be an adult. If you don't normally read my reviews, now you know too much about me. Onto the shop...
I needed Yoga pants for Yoga, and let's be real, for sitting on a couch. Judging by the preggo glam squad I see strutting the streets of Toronto in their pricy comfort-wear, I was certain Lululemon had maternity pants. I was mistaken.
The people who work here are very friendly, but almost to a fault. Each person came up to me, asked what I wanted and told me they had just the thing. None of them had the thing, and trying to sell someone pants that will do in a maternity situation that aren't actually maternity pants is just cruel. Three different people tried to sell me three different pants that they swore would work just as well, none of them worked. The size big enough to go over my stomach was huge everywhere else, and the low rise ones fell everytime I actually put my body in a Yoga pose.
Further to this, I'm going to hop on a soap box for a quick second. I've been practicing Yoga on and off for over a decade, and I feel that though Lululemon is an ethical and welcoming company in many ways, having people spend that amount on great here, goes against the philosophy of Yoga.
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