First you hold your breathe. Count to three 1-2-3 and then you pull! Didn’t quite work out to well so now you have to tug and tug and tug. Now notice its taking you a longer time than usual to pull your jeans up. Then you notice the zipper getting stuck, then you notice the stitch on the side unravelling, and wait a second *looks down* is that a hole by the belt band? I CAN’T TAKE IT any longer!
Its silly to try and force some washed out, suffocating, destroyed, high water length, with no back pocket jeans!!!!
So I threw the jeans away….
I did not give them to the salvation army, the good will, nor sell them to a second hand store. There should be no use of these jeans anywhere else. I wouldn’t even want to put this out into the universe as something that can be used again. They should be “destroyed, demolished, and annihilated”, as my mother would say.
I did not think about it, wait to see if I lost weight or if I can get them repaired. It was done IMMEDIATELY, just like the losers on America’s Next Top Model have to pack up and go home (sidenote: It tickles me every time Tyra Banks says, “please pack your bags and IMMEDIATELY leave the house”)
I know it may seems like I shouldn’t have purchased these jeans to begin with but that is exactly the point. These jeans were deceptively appealing, I thought they would make me happy and feel good, even feel sexy. That’s what the jeans were probably made for but NOW they are gone.
Okay so if you are confused, you should be. These jeans, literally and figuratively, represent something unnecessary making this message very subjective. These jeans can be your thoughts, habits, people and any relationships.
All I know is I woke up this morning and threw those jeans away…
They are JUST jeans…. you will get new ones, even better ones! lol now that’s wreckless!