Monday, July 30, 2012
It hit me the other day as I finished a grueling hour long spin class and my rail thin zero-percent-body-fat cycling teacher announced that she hated skinny jeans, that they looked terrible on her and did anyone else hate them--that nothing engenders self loathing like a cut that puts every body flaw on display. Skinny jeans have dominated round ups and self portraits day in and day out in the blog world for months, inspiring me to a) lose weight and get in shape and b) find the perfect pair of skinny jeans. I lucked out in the beginning, shedding a few winter pounds with Katie's intensive Fusion Core Class and finding some stretch skinnies at Zara to tide my skinny craving...
But then spring came bringing the inevitable need for white jeans, and with mounting frustration I tried on pair after pair at store after store, unable to find anything that fit, until on the brink of tears I finally settled for a pair of skinny skinnies at Madewell and called it a day.
and I told you to be fine
and I told you to be balanced and I told you to be kind...
On my skinny days I wear them and all is well and the rest of the time they sit gathering dust in my jeans drawer. I forgot all about it until this weekend when a father told me about a recent disastrous skinny jean shopping mission with his athletic 11 year old daughter--it made my heart catch a moment, how the body image cycle starts at such a young age, bringing up not-good-enough issues to all, no matter how beautiful or fit. In the end, I think the best we can do is make fun of it all. So if you haven't checked out Preston and his skinny jean obsession, this will lift you right out of the worst of skinny jean depression.
Labels: stylish reflections