You will not find me in skinny jeans. You may want to, you may say with my slender form, I’d be rockin’ ’em. You may sing their praises in the shower, karaoke, or a choir, but I’m still not going to succumb. I will forever be a fan of the bootcut as the narrowest leg opening, and the flare or wide bottom, bordering on, if not actually being, bellbottom. My aesthetic doesn’t include tight *anything* or the revealing of too much body shape than is necessary to let the world know, hey, look, she kinda looks like a girl maybe.