How do you really feel about these billowy pant-skirt things?
At some point in our lives or another, we all become hypocrites—saying one thing, but bold-facedly doing another. It may come in the form of advice we give our friends and don't ourselves follow, or as the high expectations we have of others that we couldn't possibly uphold. For me, it came in a much simpler form: wearing (and liking) culottes.
...But when I saw these and decided to try them on to, you know, just see what they looked like, my mind had already started changing.
These culottes should've never been in my closet or on my body for all the anti-culotte hate speech I was spewing a year ago. For one, they were pants that looked so badly like they wanted to be a skirt. "Just commit to one, already," I thought. Oh, and the wideness of them. My hips, passed down from woman to woman in my family, were not getting a good feeling about being in cropped wide leg trousers.
I could credit the comfort that comes with age, the wisdom that comes with experience or the inspiration of being in a city where people wear whatever the hell they want, but when I saw these and decided to try them on to, you know, just see what they looked like, my mind had already started changing. And then I saw myself in them. The shift in opinion was immediate. Sold. So, call me a hypocrite or a flip flopper. It don't bother me none.
I could credit the comfort that comes with age, the wisdom that comes with experience or the inspiration of being in a city where people wear whatever the hell they want, but when I saw these and decided to try them on to, you know, just see what they looked like, my mind had already started changing. And then I saw myself in them. The shift in opinion was immediate. Sold. So, call me a hypocrite or a flip flopper. It don't bother me none.
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