Muffin Tops & Butt Crack (not my thing)

I thought of writing the following as a Venn diagram, but I’m not a computer whiz, so I’ll stick with paragraphs.  Also, I’d only be addressing the overlapping center.  See, recently, due to backlog of undone laundry, I was wearing low-rise jeans from when that was all I could find in my price range.  They are now my no-clean-laundry-day jeans.  They are so fuckin’ annoying.  As I was listing in my mind all that is wrong with me in low-rise jeans, I realized that the same list applies to what is wrong with me having been with my ex.

I don’t feel good about myself with either of them.  They both accentuate the negative        

   

              

                                              ...and give me a pain right about here.

They may seem okay at first, but they are terribly lacking.  Some think they look good, but they look ridiculous.                

  

They are irritating and annoying.  While they don’t help me feel upright at all, they require pulling up so often just to appear and feel normal.  The similarities go on and on.

Since giving less fabric/love seems to get accepted as the norm, we unfortunately get used to this discomfort as too many of us do a crappy marriage.  The bar gets lowered, and what was normal gets renamed.  Now when I am looking for normal pants that know where to hold me, I have to ask for high-waisted pants.   And if I want to meet a normal, loving man who knows where to hold me, well … 

 I suppose if one takes the time it truly deserves, one can find a good fit.                         

After discovering a store in the Bronx called LuLu’s and H&M in Manhattan both carry normal and affordable jeans, I’ve been slowly getting rid of the unflattering kind.  And as in the separation and divorce, I’ve found…