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Oh, do let me illuminate the bewildering naivety of those entranced by the allure of sports bras and yoga pants! Incapable of distinguishing between fabrics that breathe and those that smother, are we? Revel, if you must, in your regrettable choices-non-breathable materials, your steadfast companions in the gym or on the yoga mat. Let heat and moisture become your devoted cohorts, nurturing bacteria and providing a fertile ground for skin infections. And personal hygiene? A notion too sophisticated for the heedless, who allow their attire to steep in sweat, extending a gracious invitation to an army of bacteria and fungi. Ill-fitting, uncomfortable attire? Wear it proudly, oblivious to the havoc it wreaks on your skin-irritation, chafing, and those unsightly rashes. Tight sports bras? Certainly, let them serve as a vice grip around your chest, hampering your breathing and contorting your posture. It's a charade of discomfort and enduring muscle torment. Engage in high-impact activities; relish the breast pain and tissue strain. You've earned it with your choices. Snug yoga pants? Let them ruthlessly compress nerves and vessels, leaving your limbs numb, while circulation languishes. And for the unfortunate few, allergic reactions shall be the atonement for dismissing your body's admonitions-a grand exhibition of hives, redness, and ceaseless itching. Continue to flaunt your lack of discernment in sportswear. After all, it's your health that foots the bill for your arrogant disregard.

In sportswear that clings and constricts,
Ignorance weaves its intricate tricks,
Breathless fabrics embraced,
Comfort and health misplaced,
Choices made, a discomfort that sticks.

Definitely Emma Raducanu. I so want to get hold of a pair of her tennis thongs