Post by Kylie McConville
Picture this: You're sitting at your desk, it's about midday, and you're engaged in an all out staring contest with a package of Fun Size Peanut M&M's. Everything inside you is urging to pick up the package and devour the deliciously chocolate, nutty goodness but you can't help thinking, "Dang it. Another piece of chocolate and I'll never fit into my jeans." Truth be told, I'm going to eat the M&M's, but the point of this matter is my jeans. My jeans, people. My snug, comfortable, dark denim jeans. They're my favorite pair. And they're also the pair I wear basically every day because they're the only pair that fit like I want them to: a little (ok! fine! a lot) of give through the hip, snug at the waist, and tight at the ankle. I wear these jeans religiously because I dread jean shopping. As a lady with a disproportionate figure, shopping for new denim is unbearable. I struggle (and cry) every time I go to the store.![]()
Picture this: You're sitting at your desk, it's about midday, and you're engaged in an all out staring contest with a package of Fun Size Peanut M&M's. Everything inside you is urging to pick up the package and devour the deliciously chocolate, nutty goodness but you can't help thinking, "Dang it. Another piece of chocolate and I'll never fit into my jeans." Truth be told, I'm going to eat the M&M's, but the point of this matter is my jeans. My jeans, people. My snug, comfortable, dark denim jeans. They're my favorite pair. And they're also the pair I wear basically every day because they're the only pair that fit like I want them to: a little (ok! fine! a lot) of give through the hip, snug at the waist, and tight at the ankle. I wear these jeans religiously because I dread jean shopping. As a lady with a disproportionate figure, shopping for new denim is unbearable. I struggle (and cry) every time I go to the store.