Before I had River I barely wore jeans. I loved the feel of a long skirt combating with the New York wind. I loved the clean and put-together feeling of wearing a miniskirt with black tights and oxfords. And then something kind of changed.
While I still love those looks, I don’t go for them as often as I once did. Not for a lack of time or creative space to put these looks together. It’s because I have found fitting jeans to be deeply comforting. “They’re like a hug!” I once told a friend when discussing my obsession.
As a woman with curves, this hug often feels exceptionally important. I feel like there is this current deep in my own body that is based off of self-love when I am wear them proudly– shirt tucked in and all. For so long, whether it was wearing a floor-length skirt or a mini skirt with tights, those looks were based off creating and in a space where my own sense of self-love wavered.
When I wear jeans now, that hug just feels plain sexy. It feels internally loud. It feels like love.
I’d love to know where you stand on wearing jeans. What does it feel like for you? I know for so many, it is a source of annoyance and pain, which I can also identify with.