I love Kristin McGee

I bought myself a couple of new yoga DVDs for my birthday last week. This morning, unable to motivate myself to run after Maren decided to party the night away last night, I popped Kristin McGee's Power Yoga into the DVD player. From what I've done of the DVD so far (it has taken me all morning to get through the first 25 minutes-- I had to pause a single downward-facing dog no less than three times), I really like it. There's not a lot of annoying music and it's tough without being too killer. But I've got to admit, the thing I like best about the dvd is not the yoga.

It's the fact that Kristin McGee has boobs. I know, if I were a guy I couldn't make that statement. But it wasn't the shapeliness of her rack that got me excited-- it was the fact that she isn't flat. I feel like I've been the lone D-cup in a sea of athletic, flat-chested women for so long that watching Ms. McGee this morning felt like coming home. I was a dancer until I decided taking dance classes at BYU was detrimental to my GPA, and dancers are notoriously flat. I've been busty since seventh-grade, so I always felt somewhat self-conscious around the other dancers, who used the cigarettes and diet coke diet to keep their vertebrae prominent and their busts nonexistent. As an adult, I've been a runner and an avid collector of yoga videos. And as someone who loves to eat even more than she loves to work out, I've often looked at the other runners at the starting line of the race and wondered how it would feel to run so free of encumbrance. Right now my nursing boobs force me to double up on the sports bras when I run, so I'm feeling especially encumbered.

So yeah, I'm totally loving Kristin McGee's boobs. I strongly suspect (due to her tiny frame and lack of body fat) that they may be fake, but I don't care. I'm tired of staring a the clan of flat-chested women in my other favorite yoga DVD (Bryan Kest's Power Yoga). They always make me feel like I need to put on a sweatshirt or something.

I was a teenager when Pleasant Company started manufacturing American Girl dolls that "look like me." Since I'm blonde and blue eyed, I had grown up with tons dolls that looked like me, so it didn't really resonate when girls talked about how they were happy to have dolls that looked like them. But seeing a chesty yoga instructor was almost as good as seeing a chesty yoga instructor with some extra belly fat around the middle. 

--originally published 1/24/07