What the Fuk are Mom Jeans?!?

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?

Wait, I think I like this stretchy material though. This elastic waistband is actually giving me room to breathe right now. Not only have I come to appreciate how to style my changing body, I also see now how the changing silhouette of my wardrobe is actually flattering. Granted, it took a sec. Yes, I was in denial. Each time I felt beyond insecure about my figure, my rolls, my stretch marks, my wrinkly belly, I had my BF remind me of the throne I sit on and the crown I own.

There may not be a denim line that singly highlights and compliments every milestone of womanhood, but there’s certainly many lines out there to choose from these days. In my experience some of the best jeans out there have been recycled, upcycled, hand me downs, thrift, or consignment. Whatever you want to call it. These jeans are awesome because they were already broken in. The denim was softened and the wasitband made it’s final adjustment so you can be sure it wouldn’t stretch and cause that stupid gap in the back by the end of the day. I don't know about you, but I need my jeans to fit me just right in the morning as well as in the evening. Or even two days later cause lets keep it real. I don’t wash my jeans after every wear.