-“Why don’t you wear normal pants?”- asked my parents the last time we saw each other. I was wearing an ankle length, dark blue high waist trousers with a belt. Pretty normal to me... -”What do you mean by normal pants?- I asked. -”Well, e.g. a pair of jeans!”- mom answered the question. We just laughed together...
The thing is that I own one pair of jeans for a long time. I got it as a birthday present from my brother, 6 years ago. He took me to some shops and let me choose whatever I like. I have picked a boyfriend low ripped jeans from zara although that time I wasn't into jeans anymore. How can I feel attached to something I never really wear anymore. It’s distant to me. Couldn’t explain myself but I thought I could have a use of it. I trusted my feelings. He bought it for me. A pair of jeans sounds quite basic to me. Everybody own or at least owned ones one. Like a safety pack in the wardrobe. It goes really well with whatever shoes, or with a white cotton T-shirt, jeans is perfect for rainy days and it still in shape even if it’s completely worn out. A timeless piece, never out of fashion. It’s there for you... Wearing my jeans comes in hand with comfortability, giving extra space for my body. Feeling careless. Occasional, it’s only worn when I would like to disguise and turn more invisible. Undercover. It feels the jeans takes over and does my day. Overcoming my body and creating a safety zone.
