And I felt all right, you know. They’re Calvin Klein (thus reasonable quality, I guess? I don’t know these things) and made of stretchy fabric, so they’re comfortable. And the way they felt, the way they fit, I kind of found myself strutting around like Sandy at the end of Grease, when she’s got all that skin-tight business on.
But looking in the mirror/at the picture…
I just don’t dig the shape—so very narrow at the ankles, and so very expansive at the child-birthers. It looks like, if I put my feet together, everything would get wicked precarious wicked fast. The tiniest tectonic movement, and I’d be supine. (Especially in my super-cute, red leather wedge sandals [that, like every other pair of heels, make my feet lose all feeling for 2-5 days].)
This fayshun stuff is hard. (My first-world problems are so hard.)
But the important thing is I’m making progress, right?
How do you not think you look hot in those jeans?
SECONDED. I wanted to hump my couch pillow when I saw that fucking picture!
uh, monica? have i met you??
Oh yeah, you should know each other: Monica, this is Margo, chef, poet, YA novelist, lesbian. Margo, this is Monica, playwright, novelist, bisexual, speaker of her mind.
HI Margo! Nice to meet you! :D
Ha! Oh, that’s nice, Nathaniel.
But no, I think I look weird.
Well, you do look a little weird because you have a terrified look on your face…but you look hot in the jeans.
Seriously, you’re rocking those skinny jeans. You are so *fit* and exude confidence. So there.
They look great on you!! Trust the crowd here and wear them confidently!
Damn girl. Smokin’ hot!