As a child, I vividly remember hating jeans. The nonstretchy, tight-around-your-ankle style of the early ’90s would send me into a fit of red-faced rage, and I would beg my parents, even in the dead of Winter, “Please, can’t I just wear a dress?!”
But years — and numerous pairs of Limited Too bell-bottoms — later, I found myself, once again, slipping into body-hugging pants: skinny jeans. It was 2005, and perhaps it was the fact that I prided myself on staying on top of trends. Maybe I was excited to add a new style to the mix. Or maybe my lifeguarding check was burning a hole in my Dooney & Bourke purse. Whatever the reason, the second I zipped those babies up, I was in love. I’d go on to rock my skinnies with a pair of pink ballet flats, feeling like the cutest little ’00s teen to ever set foot in my high school.
My fashion story, however, does not have a happy ending. A few years ago, in the midst of a mirror-selfie phase, I realized something: I had started hating the way slim-fitting pants looked on me. Scrolling through my photos, my short legs seemed “stumpy.” My hip area — a part of my body that I’m not very fond of — seemed highlighted and exaggerated. And despite opting for pairs with hints of spandex (read: practically jeggings), my legs always felt like they were suffocating. I couldn’t wait to rip those pants off the moment I stepped inside my house.
So I splurged for some boyfriend jeans and, last Spring, embraced flares. Now in the midst of cleaning out my closet, I’ve come to the realization that the few pairs of skinny jeans I have left are wasting space. I’m giving them up for good this time. Read on for reasons you might want to do the same.