I’ve been having fun attempting to make icons lately. Georgina says I’m in “that stage”. The stage where my icons are better but still shitty. I concur.

I finished my first review last night. You can read it if you’d like. I’m proud.

Yesterday I had my first encounter with skinny jeans. Of course it wasn’t the first time I had seen them, but it was the first, last, and only time I will ever wear them. I just did not find it pleasant.

I think flare jeans started to become really popular when I was in second or third grade. I didn’t mind when other people wore them, but I refused to try them myself. When my mom took me shopping for jeans, it was always so difficult because we had to scour the store for the one pair of straight leg jeans in the whole place. Half the time we couldn’t even find any straight leg jeans and we’d have to go to a new store. I had to have my normal jeans.

Finally in sixth grade I tried on a pair of flare jeans when I was out with my friends at the mall. To my surprise, I actually liked them. Jeans shopping became a whole lot easier after that.

Well, I went shopping for jeans yesterday after my favorite pair finally tore… in the crotch no less. I have always refused to wear skinny jeans, because I just don’t like them. I don’t really mind them on other people. I do have a rant about how they’re annoyingly trendy, but that’s another story.

The point is that I just don’t wear skinny jeans. I have never taken any interest in them. Yesterday when I went shopping, the first jeans I found were skinny, to my dismay. I hadn’t bought jeans in a couple years, so I worried that skinny jeans had taken over. Thankfully, I found a bunch of different boot cut (which is apparently the new word for “flare”) jeans. After finding a few in my size to try, I decided to do something daring and take a pair of skinny jeans to try on. I thought maybe, just maybe, it might be similar to my flare jeans experience, where I might just actually like them.

Boy was I wrong. I was curious as I pulled them up, but once I was fully in them it was like BAM. TURN ON THE DISCOMFORT. I don’t know why, but I just felt horribly gross in them. The narrow ankles made my hips look five miles wide, or at least so I thought. My mom actually thought they looked good on me. WHATEVER. I felt like a fucking potato. Disgusting. Even when I put my boots on to cover the ankles, I just felt incredibly uncomfortable. I never want to wear skinny jeans again. EVER.

Thankfully they haven’t taken over the stores just yet.