It’s time to spill the beans. I wasn’t always a snappy dresser. I’ve had my fair share of bumps and detours along the road to style enlightenment. As I uploaded today’s outfit photos to write this post, my Express trouser jeans reminded of one of my worst offenses.
In seventh grade, I went through a baggy denim phase. I mean really baggy denim. I was into skater boys way before Avril Lavigne came along, and I had a few pair of super wide JNCO jeans that I wore on regular rotation. I remember [shuddering as I make this confession] once wearing a pair of flannel boxer-like pajama shorts under my JNCOs so they showed above the low-slung waistline when I lifted my Rusty t-shirt. Ugh.
I never skateboarded, surfed, wakeboarded, or participated in any similarly cool sport that would’ve justified my wardrobe. I was a poser (a word I threw around quite often in those days) in the worst way. But I thought I was a pretty awesome 13 year old.