Jeans shopping is the devil. Not only is it difficult to find pants to suit my body figure (big butt, small waist), but I’m also plagued with the responsibility of an overweight body, and that isn’t fun to shop for. I always favor the jeans a size too big, and if I outgrow a pair widthwise, they’re going to Goodwill. I was never confident in my ability to lose enough weight in order to warrant my keeping of old jeans.
But last winter, a pair of my size eight jeans wouldn’t button up. This was unfortunate, since I liked these jeans quite a lot. They were dark wash, bootcut, and flattering to my aforementioned troublesome body. In order to motivate me, I kept them in the back of my closet, thinking that someday I’d be able to wear them again.
Now flash to the present day. I had to retire a pair of jeans yesterday because of growing holes in bad areas, and I’d already worn my other two pairs extensively. As far as I knew, the only available jeans I had for today were my psuedo-skinny jeans. (Skinny jeans are the really tight jeans that get smaller at the bottom. In contrast, bootcut jeans get slightly bigger at the bottom in order to balance out your figure.) These jeans aren’t overly tight, but the cut isn’t particularly attractive on me. Little did I realize that there was another option.
As I rummaged through my closet to find a shirt, I came across something interesting. There, behind all the other clothes, was something dark and neatly hung on a pristine white hanger. I reached for the mystery object and discovered that it was the pair of jeans I’d put away last winter. Feeling self-deprecating, I decided to try them on.
To my excited surprise, they fit. Maybe they didn’t fit entirely comfortably, since I’m having a hard time crossing my legs as I write this entry, but they fit.
I’m glad I didn’t just assume my portly body would reject these lovely pants, but instead took a chance. This self-esteem boost was just what I needed to get through the day.
