Today, while at work, I blew out the crotch on my work pants.
I was picking up a heavy tower of black bins from waist height, and needed to lower them onto the floor. As I bent down I felt the seams of my clothing and belt restrict the movements of my hips, forcing me into a ken-doll posture bending at the waist. Rather than let this happen, I squatted down with a straight back, forced by knees out and lowered my hips, causing the cloth to stretch and explode in a huge tear along my rear end.
This is the third pair of work pants I have destroyed in the exact same manner, but today it made me think. I have given no compromises to my clothing in the context of restricting body movements. In every case, I make the decision to force the clothing to move while I keep proper form, and put stress on the delicate stitching, rather than stress on my lower back. I’m happy for this, because I will now have bought 4 pairs of pants. I have yet to require the purchase of new back muscles.