For the longest time, denim was the bane of my existence. With my adorable yet larger-scaled tushy, nothing ever fit. I hated jeans. I found them stiff, uncomfortable, ill-fitting and honestly, straight up depressing. Growing up, I’d look on longingly when my sister and all of our friends rocked bell-bottoms draping white Steve Madden platform sneakers. To avoid the looks of pity from my lack of fitting bell-bottoms, I disguised my feelings by declaring myself a “dress girl.” Even simply trying on jeans singed what little body confidence I had as a teen. Not only did they not fit me, but they made me feel like I didn’t fit in.
Even after I moved to NYC to take over the world (#clichebuttrue), that “jeans shame” carried through deep into my 20s, actually until a week or so before my 30th birthday....
I see it everywhere I go: plus-size! Size-inclusive! The intention is great. But the execution isn’t always there, and often, the trends seem a few seasons—or decades—behind. This is what I knew about plus-size lines (ugh) until circumstances led me to a mall in Florida. (I know, random. But hear me out.)
Killing time in some much needed AC, I walked into a Lucky Brand store in Orlando (#Disney4Life—this is where I confess that I may have grown out of Steve Madden platforms, but I will never grow out of Mickey Mouse). Passing time, I sifted through the retail. Per usual, I was intrigued by the stretchy beach dresses, but then a sale sign in the corner of my eye pulled me toward it like a moth to a flame. The discount rack was a bust, but adjacent to it was an entire plus-size section dedicated to denim. I rolled my eyes. Here we go again. But then I saw it: a pair of jeans with floral embroidery designs—I remembered a coworker wearing a similar pair the other week, and I’d wished I could find a pair like those for my body.