To all the really expensive jeans in my closet:
This is an open letter to all of you. Yes even you the smallest pair in there (you know who you are)...We are going to be friends again.
I have put each and every pair of you on this evening, and you button. You fit. You actually look good. I am no longer that fat girl who has 2 pair of jeans that she can wear.
Yes I know that I still live in the humid hell that is Minnesota, but tonight is different. Tonight is slightly breezy and cool. Tonight I even considered something other than a bathing suit to go out in.
Jeans, you and I can be friends. Do not be scared. The fact that I spent hundreds of dollars on you and was ready to throw you all away when I became the fat kid last year after I got married, is merely an overlooked few months (or 9 months, but who is counting)?
So this is my open letter to you, all the clothes in my closet. I will wear you all, and look damn good while doing so.