Levi’s. The creator mom jeans...
You love ‘em, you can’t eat a full meal in them but ya need ‘em, and they’ve made a comeback. This is one trend I’ve indulged in because I love denim and any excuse to wear a light wash is alright with me. I love vintage Levi’s and as a native of California, vintage Levi’s are pretty much in my DNA. Despite my inability to breathe after a meal, I will forever and always reach for my 512’s when primping for a cute dinner or drinks with friends. They look good and lift my ass when I’ve attempted nary a squat in 6-plus months.
I bought these on a trip home to Oakland, California.
I bought these on a trip home to Oakland, California. My cousin wanted to go shopping before he headed back to school in LA and we hadn’t seen each other in *cough* 15 years *cough* so we headed to Berkeley and hit up my mom’s old stomping grounds. I knew if I wanted high-quality denim, this was the time to act. I whipped out my phone and looked up denim shops in the area. Instantly, a little hole-in-the-wall shop popped up and it was 5 minutes away! I knew whatever I bought would eventually need to be tailored because I was shopping during a weight gain. Nonetheless, I made the owner privy to the cuts I wanted and she brought me a few selections. She informed me that she dropped in one men’s jean and silently I took it as an insult. Was she calling me f*cking fat?! I begrudgingly slipped the pant on and examined my butt. They fit a little snug throughout the hip but that’s to be expected with men’s jeans. However, to my surprise, my ass looked AMAZING. Who ordered the cake?! The jean, in my ability to fit it, made me slightly aware of how much weight I’d gained but in that moment my ass, in all its cellulite glory, made me appreciate all those Ruby’s burgers I stress ate...and enjoyed. Sometimes, just sometimes, not all men (jeans) are trash.