"Why?" From her prone position, Emma threw up her hands.
"Who says? Who decided that people all of a sudden have to do miles every damn day, or that twisting themselves into unnatural shapes is good for them? I think it's the people who sell this hideous equipment, and the ones who design all the cute little outfits like the one you're wearing."
Emma narrowed her eyes at Parker's slate-colored cropped pants and perky pink and gray top.
"How many of those cute little outfits do you own?"
"Thousands," Parker said dryly.
"See? And if they hadn't convinced you to do miles and twist yourself into unnatural shapes—and
look good doing it—you wouldn't have spent all that money on those cute little outfits. You could've donated it to a worthy cause instead."
"But these yoga pants make my ass look great."
"They really do. But nobody's seeing your ass but me, so what's the point?"
"Personal satisfaction."
Bed of Roses
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