When I wear jeans,
I feel like the most put together,
version of myself I can be.
Not only do these hug the lower half,
of my potato like body,
but they make me believe,
I am a functioning adult,
at 2pm on a Saturday,
who didn’t sleep in until 12pm
and skip breakfast.
I can pretend that
this is my planned outfit for the day
and that yes,
it was meant to tie,
in the rest of the outfit perfectly.
Giving me sweet sweet bliss
and complete comfiness for my legs,
that I’m afraid a pair of trackies just can’t match.