Say hello to my crazy pants! My boyfriend hates pants like these – which naturally makes me even more keen on wearing them, to make sure he knows he can’t tell me what to wear! He can’t help it, though – he’s from a small town and I’m not sure he’d admit it, but I’m fairly certain he thinks all girls look best in blue jeans and a t-shirt. No shame in that, as long as he’s fine with me wearing whatever I want. (And he is. He just hates the pants. And I’m fine with that.)
Ooops, that sounded a little bit mean, I know. And it’s not like I don’t care what he thinks about my outfits – I do want him to think I look nice – it’s just that I’m so done with trying to change for someone else. I spent most of my teenage years (and then some) trying to dress the way I thought the guys I liked would prefer, and, well, that never worked out.
I bet some of you are not too surprised if I tell you I’ve written a column about this very subject, haha! What can I say – I’ve written close to two hundred columns during the last three years, which means I’ve crossed quite a few topics off my list by now.
If you care to read my freely translated version of that column, please click here!
