I bought a pair of jeans last week for the first time in 10 years. Not because I’m going through a breakup and I am feeling the need to reinvent myself.
I’m not Taylor Swift readying myself for a new era and I haven’t lost weight (I’ve actually gained weight recently), but because it felt like time.
I’m finally in a place where I feel comfortable enough in my body to face good old-fashioned denim jeans.
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Previously, I’d sworn off jeans.
I threw them out years ago and decided it was the right decision for the sake of my own mental health and body image.
As a plus-size woman, jeans have always been something that have tortured me. I have cried in far too many Westfields over a pair of jeans not fitting me, at all ages.
Even as a grown woman, I have been reduced to tears by denim. In my defence I grew up in the Paris Hilton, heroin thin era, flat stomachs were in and the word curves weren’t in anyone’s vocabulary.
In the past I have forced myself to squeeze into a pair of jeans that have left red marks over my tummy, just to say I was a specific size.
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