There are many things I’ve wished for throughout my life.
I’ve wished for birthday presents, relationships with crushes, that cute puppy in the pet store, and good food in the dining hall tonight, among other things. Unfortunately, dear Sappho readers, some wishes remain unfulfilled. Sometimes, your relatives will not give you iTunes money, but rather will present you with eclectic tea cozies or nonfiction books. Sometimes, she (or he) just isn’t that into you. And sometimes the dining halls just have to serve “tofu apple crisp,” whatever the hell that’s supposed to be.
And sometimes—who am I kidding, ALL THE FREAKING TIME—the sexy-as-hell men’s jeans you’ve been ogling JUST. DON’T. FIT.
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I used to fit into boy’s clothes, I swear. Until the age of 12, I pretty much refused to wear anything but hand-me-downs from my older guy cousins, as well as whatever clothes I could steal from my brother. With the exception, of course, of an incredibly classy pair of neon floral leggings of which I was particularly fond. I’m super cool, I know. BUT ANYWAY. I loved my boy clothes, is the point.
And then…they came. Boobs. Hips. And an ass that seems determined to define (and stretch out) every single outfit I wear. When I happen to wander the men’s section now, I’m confronted by sad rows of jeans (and shirts) that are simply never going to fit me.
Hope lies in the new trend of “boyfriend” jeans, of which I grabbed a few pairs at Eddie Bauer during their denim sale. They fit like men’s pants, but have extra room in the back (and less room in the front…) for my bod. They may not have an ideal name (“boyfriend”? really?) but they certainly make me happy.
Peeps, have you had this problem with men’s clothes? Or am I not looking in the right place?