I hate skinny jeans and jeggings.
I hate them because they really don’t suit me.
But I just can’t resist the draw of the elasticated waistband, the stretch fabric that feels so great no matter how tough the terrain (or big the lunch portions).
I resisted for a loooooonnng time. I know have too much arse and thigh for skinny jeans, but I gave in when I was pregnant with number 2. I could wear them with giant maternity tops and get away with it. They stretched so brilliantly around my water-retentioned legs. (see picture)
Then I got hooked. I realised I could wear old dresses that had been hidden away for being too short (as I got older and my knees got fatter). Put them with jeggings and it’s a whole new outfit.
I can wear them with flats, with heels, with boots and with wellies. They’re warmer than tights and smarter than tracksuits.
I can eat as many cupcakes in a day as I like and they just STRETCH so I don’t even feel it. (If necessary I just change to a bigger top.)
I love them but I hate them and I just keep buying more. I'm addicted to skinny jeans and they're doing nothing for my figure.
As the Regular Guy once said:“Your arse looks fantastic love, but are you sure those skinny jeans suit your fat ankles?"
|Skinny jeans + 41 weeks pregnant = not a good look|