Skinny Jeans! I’m no small guy, not huge but surely not small. I wear a size 38 in hip huggers, and thus never even had the thought of ever wearing skinny jeans. But something amazing happened!
I’m leaving work in long island on a sunday night, 7pm and a friend of mine sends me a text telling me to come out to the city their’s going to be a party. “IM DOWN!” i text back, but i look at myself and remember the thought i had that morning, which was something along the lines of “heck its sunday, just gonna put on anything and my work shirt, than after work come home and go to sleep”. I woke up way too early with too little energy to really be concerned about what i was wearing. But now I’m going to a party, my jeans are torn, and only have my workshirt. But have no fear, i told myself once i get to the city, there must be some store that i can grab some stuff in.
And surely there was. One store, Billabong. Now for those of you who don’t know, Billabong caters to the skater/surfer crowd. These guys are not big, or at least not size 38. I’m looking through my options , which i wasn’t a large one for a size 38. Finally after frantically diving through rows of jeans, i find 2 options, 1 baggy, 1 skinny. I don’t like baggy jeans, ive never worn skinny jeans, and so i said fuck it, skinny. I slipped them on (lots of pulling!) Picked a cool T and was on my way.
As i was walking to my destination i couldnt help but constantly look at every passing glass window, I felt self – conscious and awkward wearing these things. I’m used to loose bootcut, or at least loose and these pants were totally opposite of everything i had in my wardrobe. I tried to see if i was creating any attention, if anybody else was thinking “why the hell is that guy wearing those” , cause i was thinking that myself. Even if nobody said that, i thought my fellow pedestrians were just being polite and not mentioning my fashion flaw.
I soon realized that these actually looked good. Something i thought i could ever wear looked great on me, and that started a chain reaction. Not only was i buying skinny jeans, i was going to places i wouldn’t normally see myself in, and talking to everybody. Skinny jeans essentially changed my life, and I realized that i put up walls in my head that prevent me from doing things that i would probably enjoy.
So the Journey continues, and although their just a pair of pants, they might really be the key to figuring out what i want to do. I’m opening my options, because when you think about it isn’t that what life is about? The more options you give yourself, the happier you’ll be. Maybe next week i’ll buy a kilt.
