I hate wearing jeans.

When I was younger, the only pants I wore were tights or coudroys. In fact, I remember debating with my mother how I did not want to wear jeans. Be like everyone else and feel uncomfortable?!?! I never liked how thick and uncomfortable jeans wore. As I got older, in high school, it seemed that the only way I could fit in…was to wear jeans. So I got my first pair of jeans in high school. A flared type from Express.

Then after that, I acquired approximately five more pairs of jeans. One was baggy style. Another was straight leg. Three were fitted–the kind that makes you scream in pain when you sit down. Sigh. I think I want to go back to my sweat pants stage. Or you know, not dress like a girl.