high waisted skinny jeans have become part of my standard uniform and I would be very reluctant to give them up because somebody deemed them 'unworthy' from upon high.
I have tried other styles of jeans. They all look shit on me.
I hated flares and bootcut. All that fabric flapping around, tripping me up or soaking up piss in the unisex toilets. Needed a hazmat suit to put the weekly washing on.
I tried 'mom' jeans; they made me look podgy and pregnant looking. And I have abs of steel. So, sod that.
I tried 'boyfriend' jeans. They make me look fat and dumpy, too.
I did 'hipsters' when they became fashionable too, and they were hideous. I had to starve myself otherwise I'd have acres of muffin top oozing over the sides of my trousers.
I also tried those twisted seamed Levi's that were popular in the Noughties. Chafing? Oh yes.
I refused to buy into the 'ripped jeans' trend. Spending fifty pounds on a pair of already worn out trousers? Nah.
The current fascination with exposing your ankles like a Victorian table is what happens anyway if I buy 'regular' jeans and I've always hated having to always wear boots because my trousers are too short.
I have suddenly become 'cool' and it cost me nothing. I feel like a winner.
I shall treasure this moment.