I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: I hate pants. I do. They’re my least favorite thing to wear, but living in Chicago they have become a necessity. You really can’t survive Chicago if you don’t wear pants at least some of the time. But let’s go back a bit.
When I was a kid I never wore pants. No really, I didn’t. I wore only dresses until I started school. Once I started school I wore shorts under my school jumper only on Gym class days. Then once I started playing soccer I would wear shorts for that. Other than that I didn’t wear pants until the second grade.
My mom had some pants and shorts on hand for me to wear in case I wanted to or the weather was too cold. But I never wore them. I remember one day I tried a pair of my shorts on and started crying because they were so uncomfortable. True story!
As I grew older I got more comfortable with pants. I would wear jeans and things like that. However I wore skirts and jumpers every day to school grades K-12. It was easy though since I went to Catholic school and we wore plaid skirts all year round. Seriously my legs are almost immune to winter because I would wear plaid skirts to school every day.
Fast forward to college and post grad. I started to wear pants and jeans more because of the weather. Tulsa was warm most of the year so when it got cold I’d wear leggings and boots and I was set. Once I got to Chicago was when I started to wear pants regularly. Now I wear pants almost every day. What is happening to me?!?
Now I wear pants most days. This is mostly because I need to cover my legs and keep warm, especially in winter. I was worried about pulling this off because like I said I don’t like pants. So I slowly but surely started to bulk up my pant collection. i would try on pants and jeans I thought were cute and might be comfy. Was it fun? No. Did I finally find some comfortable pants? Eh, kind of.
I found some pants that work for me, but I think there’s more work to do. There’s a couple of pairs that I wear most because they are the most comfortable. So I’ll grab a pair, throw them on, and go. Bada bing, pants.
Pants and I are not going to be besties in the near future, but we’re getting better. We are no longer arch nemesis so that’s something. But I still think they suck, and I won’t fall in love with them anytime soon.