I hate wearing pants. I've always been curvy, so jeans shopping was never my favorite activity. It always seemed like no matter what I did or where I went, the jeans I tried on would be one of many things: too tight, too baggy, too long, uncomfortable, or just plain ugly.
That was until I got to high school and my mom gifted me with a pair of Levi's that may as well had been made specifically for me. Finally, my denim prayers had been answered! They were a standard rise mid-wash with distressing in the knee. Oh, how I loved them. When I wasn't rocking a skirt or a dress, I wore those jeans with just about every top that I owned. They were even one of the first things I packed with me when I was getting ready to head off to my first year of college.
Then, the nightmare happened: I ripped my pants.