How did I become my own definition of a sneakerhead? I've always loved my tennis shoes. My BF would cringe at me calling them tennis shoes. An east coast vs. west coast difference, I suppose. It was a tradition to go back-to-school shopping in August.
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When did this happen? When did my body agree to be adorned with these “mom jeans”? This is some bullshit! Which one of the three children I naturally gave birth to sent me catapulting out of the junior and missy section of the store straight into the “Let’s identify the woman's changing body by labeling it as Mom Jeans,” or the “You’re a grown ass woman now” section?
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