SHAPING up
While making my daily pilgrimage through Instagram recently, I came across a post about a new Pilates studio in my neighbourhood. It wasn’t the announcement that gave my thumb pause (boutique studios are hardly a scarce resource in urban centres), but the imagery. It was certainly striking, but it took me a minute to realise how the caption and the picture of two women in their underwear were correlating.
Their bodies were beautiful, but they appeared, for lack of a better word, “normal”. In fact, they looked somewhat similar to mine – there were no rock-hard abs, no almost-radiating amber tan, not a single delineation of space
