Good bye Jeans

I have made the decision to retire my jeans. Along with a bikini, blue eye shadow and navel piercingly, some things aren't meant to be forever. I am not making this choice out of a moment of frustration after a 20 minute battle with the zipper. Quite the contrary. I make this decision when my favorite size 2 Lucky jeans fit better than ever (thank you squats!).

I never really liked jeans. I got on board with the trend because I felt like I had to. Slacks and skirts were too dressy and sweats and shorts too casual. Dave is a jean lover so every time we went out he felt underdressed. So I caved. I found a great pair of jeans that I've owned for 6 years. Yes I only have one pair. I wore them out of necessity but I never felt quite comfortable in them. I never felt feminine or sexy either. And I questioned that they were ever appropriate attire for anything. After kids my body took a different shape and I liked them even less.

I held on to them out of spite. I wanted so desperately to fit back into them, I felt like a failure if I didn't. I cried when I looked at them yearning for my pre pregnancy body. I hated having them as an "option" to wear because they really weren't. Even when they zipped I felt like an overstuffed sausage in them. And yet, I was still determined to get back in them. And I did. And now I can happily let them go.

Good bye blue jeans! You were never meant for me.

Skirt lover

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