One more year, we’ve overcome Xmas time and the cycle of family meetings, Xmas carols, over-sugared kids and corny TV shows with it. We proudly say goodbye to all those elements that diabolically represent this festivity, but we can’t say cheerio to the lamb, pork, booze, pies, yorkshire puddings and cocktails that are hanging to our abdominal area like a chav to a Primark top. “It’s normal, it’s January” is the weak excuse that we all use whilst trying to believe that February will be a magical corset that will leave you with a lovely post-war body; let’s face it, you’ll have to sweat it all. Your new friends the love handles will only leave facing our demons at the gym.
There’s tonnes of ways to do it and all of them are horrible; beginning with zumba with a bag full of bricks to sauna yoga with steam, pain and zero dignity. Riikka Hyvönen shows us on her painting the suffering of different butts when, wearing roller skates, have kissed the ground. Polychrome butts that clearly reflect the martyrdom against Xmas excesses.
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