Warning: this ode contains some ‘country and western’ spelling…
Skinny jeans, You dun me wrong
We used to have a deal
You fit me just right, you kept everything where it should be
I washed you in the Miele, no higher than 40 degrees,
Just the way you liked it…
But something has changed between you and me
You keep wishing on some imaginary thigh gap
But I haven’t had one since I was fourteen
It’s just not working, and it’s time for you to leave
I’m returning to my first love…. the Frock
Frocks never would scoff at my thighs
As my body changes with each new child
Frocks don’t judge, so from now on…
I’m going to dress like it’s 1955.
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