They’re not Mom jeans. They’re not boyfriend jeans. They have enough holes that old men frequently stop me on the street to ask what happened to my jeans. But they’re my favourites, and I’ve lived in them since I got them (my Instagram is evidence of this)
I never thought I’d wear these kind of jeans. I thought they’d be unflattering, but the high waist, the tapered ankles (not to mention the holes) do things to my shape that I didn’t expect. Love.