Tom doesn’t understand why I wear high waisted jeans. As I documented in my post Mom Jeans, I am constantly tugging at my pants to pull them higher. It’s a terrible habit – one that drives Tom absolutely batty. He just doesn’t understand the woes of having an unnaturally long butt crack. It runs in my family.
Anyways, he took a picture of me the other day from behind to try to illustrate that I don’t need the high waist. My twenty year old self didn’t think I needed a high waist either. And look at where it got me.
My butt crack tucked safely away makes me happy.
I wasn’t even mad he took the photo to tease me. In fact, I was delighted he took this photo. I’ve been working out since July, and this picture made me happy with the progress. Just maybe, when I decide to reward myself with “goal jeans”, I’ll opt for midrise.
*If you’re curious about the jersey I’m wearing, it’s a Notre Dame jersey. I am a huge fan and cannot wait for the National Championship game. Go Irish!