I hate skinny jeans. Whether it's just the fact that they are called "skinny" jeans, or the actual look of them, I'm not sure, but I despise them. If you're reading this right now wearing your skinny jeans, it's not you I hate. I won't even mock you if I see you wearing them. You probably look cute in them. I think it's the fact that I know I would NEVER pull them off. Maybe I'm slightly jealous that I know it would be a completely humiliating process to try and pull these things up over my rear. I can see it now....IF (and I mean IF) I could possibly squeeze one pant leg up over my calf, I would still have the second one to conquear. If I could in fact pull that off, I can just picture myself desperately flailing on the floor as I try and wriggle them up the rest of me. And forget trying to button and zip the darn things. Not a pretty picture. I take a deep breath and calmly assure myself that they probably don't even make them in my size so there is no need to try and conform. Only, I know this isn't true. I've seen one too many girls wearing these concoctions who, eh-hem, should not.
So I'll suck it up (or in...) and not wear the latest fashions. And be thankful every day of my life that these things weren't popular when I was younger...
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