These jeans had absolutely nothing to do with the actual cut of the jeans. Skinny jeans were the jeans you could only only wear on your skinniest day.
I have about three pairs of pants that I just can’t wear.
One pair I haven’t worn in at least 5 years. Another did not even belong to me, but was a hand-me-down from my itty bitty college roommate. The last was a desperate Goodwill purchase as “inspiration.” Note to self: This type of “inspiration” will never work. Ever. And you’ll have less room in your drawers for clothes that actually do fit.
I will probably (still holding out hope) never wear any of these pants.
The pants are all used about twice a year for measuring purposes. I wait for the day when I’ve worked out two days in a row, get real gutsy, and slide on a pair.
Do they still fit? If yes, I take them off, and put them back in the drawer. And this…
If no, I huff and puff, take them off, and put them back in the drawer. And this…
Then I tell Naveed that I’m going on a diet where I eat healthy, actually get the proper nutrition and enjoy a salad at least once a day. He nods his head and tells me I’m beautiful no matter what. I throw a fit that he has to say that.
Then later we get pizza.
I’m pretty sure every woman has some article of clothing like this. What’s yours?