I have quite a few pairs of jeans. Joe’s, Lucky, Seven for all Mankind, a great pair of skinnies from Urban Outfitters.
And I have a pair of stretchy mom jeans. Yes, they are highrise. Well, not highrise like I wore in junior high, but the waistband hits about an inch below my navel. They are comfortable. Very, very comfortable. They don’t ride up. I don’t worry about muffin top issues. My shirts always hit safely below the line with no stomach showing.
I wear them often. Now, mind you, I rarely wear them out of the house. But.
Today, I did.
And that’s not the worst of it. The legs were rolled up even though the width of the pants legs aren’t ideal for rolling, if you know what I mean. And I was wearing ‘crunchy’ sandals. And a faded, long, pink V-neck t-shirt. And no make-up. And way less than ideal hair.
It wasn’t a good look. And you know what? I didn’t care.
So that’s why I’m writing this.
For years and years and years, I’d see women at the store or at the veterinarian (like I was today) or wherever and I’d think to myself, “Can you imagine going out looking like that?”
And today? I can.