Today marks an important event in my fashion history: I wore a pair of white pants.
It should be noted that I have not worn a pair of white pants in over 20 years.
The last time I wore white pants, I was a nurse’s aide in a nursing home, and my uniform was a pair of white elastic-waisted pants with a white t-shirt. I was 18 years old and had no real fashion sense whatsoever. Nor did I have any body confidence. This was not helped by the fact that one of the last times I wore those awful white pants, I was on my way to work at the home, and had to stop to fill up my gas tank. The tank’s opening was behind the license plate (I drove a ’65 Impala) and so I had to bend over to get to it. Some jackass driving by leaned out of his car and said, “You really shouldn’t wear those pants” and the other guys in his car laughed as they drove off.
Now I am 40, and have a much, much improved fashion sense. I actually manage to look good most days of the week during the school year–I hate looking anything less than put together. I also find that I have more body confidence as my body shrinks. It’s a really great, empowering feeling.
So today when I was getting dressed, I knew what shirt I wanted to wear but wasn’t sure what pants I was going to pair with it. I thought I might take a look in the closet to see if the white crop pants I’d bought last spring might fit. I knew that they would go with the top, but I wasn’t sure they would fit.
I sat on the edge of the bed, slid them on, tugged them over my butt, and voila! They buttoned perfectly. I sat down to make sure they wouldn’t split when I sat, and thankfully, no such thing happened.
After I got over the initial shock and surprise, I asked my husband to take this picture. I felt the day needed remembering.
Now I know Labor Day is not far off, but you know what? Summer lasts until late October here in Texas, so I plan to continue to rock my white crop pants until it actually gets too damn cold outside to wear them. That should happen about February.
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