It’s funny what a pair of jeans can do. A good pair of denim can transform your entire outlook about life. They can also transform your ass from a D- to an A+.
I firmly believe that jeans are the wardrobe’s Tom Hanks.They’re solid, no matter the plot — when all other items forsake you, you know they’ll be there, ready to give an award-worthy performance.
If you’ve yet to experience this from a pair of indigo-dyed pants, I plead for you to not give up. Just like true love, I promise the perfect pair exists. Some of us find our denim soulmate in our teens, others go decades before discovering the idyllic fit.
I found mine at 21, when I inherited my mom’s 1979 Jordache flares.
I’d had my eye on them since I was a teenager, but I had to wait until my waist-to-hip ratio got a little more “womanly” before I could zip up their uncommonly long zipper. (I also had to have them hemmed about six inches as I’m still waiting to inherit my mother’s height… I think it might be time to call it.)
Perhaps it’s silly to put so much stock in a pair of jeans, but I remember the incredible feeling I had when I first wore my beloved pants. It felt like the world was finally seeing the real me — and not just because they’re scandalously tight. I felt confident, empowered and ready to take on anything.
Six years later, I still feel that way.
When I’m nervous about a meeting, lack the confidence for a date night or just need a little silent encouragement, I slip into those well-worn flares. It’s almost weird how much of an extension of me they’ve become. They’re my go-to’s.
Maybe it’s because they hold such a deeply personal history: I envision my mom rocking the hell out of them post-high school, going on dates with my dad or stepping into her first college art class. And I imagine they gave her the same comfort they’ve brought me… Or maybe I’ve watched the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants too many times.
Either way, these jeans rock. And I pray to the denim gods that they last long enough for me to pass them on to the next generation.
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