What started out as a desire to do more girly things and expand my social settings in order to make new friends turned out to be what feels like if I’m fighting for my life for two hours every week. One word, Pilates.
I will admit that I got sucked into doing what currently seems like a trending exercise popularised on Instagram. Currently sold and marketed as the hottest feminine movement and lifestyle change, it was hard not to be drawn to all the matcha drinking, heavily oversimplified exercises and slender bodies gliding through the studios with smiles to match. In my eyes those women who practised Pilates all came across as unicorns and as if they had unlocked a new layer to life by unlocking their bodies on their reformers. I wanted in, more than anything.
