The first time I saw them I sighed. I knew that this fashion – the painted-on
look – was one I would not touch. Some
people don’t care how they look in certain styles – they just wear whatever
they want – but I’m not one of those people.
As I’ve mentioned before, I’m not a twig so I have no
intention of squeezing myself into such pants and inflicting pain on myself and
those who see me in them. That’s
okay. I’m at a place in my life where I
can wear my boot-cut or straight-leg jeans and say pooh-pooh to particular fashions.
My daughters, however, do care about the latest styles. When I take them shopping and we have trouble
finding trendy jeans that will fit them, what do they think? That they’re fat.
This upsets me. My
husband is 6’4” and I’m 5’8”. Petite
doesn’t run in our family, but even when I was totally skinny at 125 pounds, I still
had to buy XL pants and queen-size pantyhose.
I don’t get it.
We spend time convincing women and girls that they are
beautiful “just the way they are”. We
expend energy promoting self-esteem and healthy body image. We explain that models in magazines are
airbrushed and altered.
Then we allow skinny jeans and short-shorts to take
over. I thought we had smartened up and
left the era of super skinny being the norm, but I guess we’re back.
It’s scarier than Halloween.
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