I've changed my mind on low-rise pants

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Idk if I’d go this far, but.

Recently, I’ve been backtracking on a lot of my former, solid opinions.

Maybe it’s growth, maybe it’s just not being so pessimistic, you tell me. From Kravis to Justin Bieber, to caving and bingeing Selling Sunset and even finding myself hating Carole Radziwill upon rewatching RHONY for the 800th time, I truly have range as a person with feelings.

I never thought this would be a stance that I would shift upon.

Growing up during the 2010s, as I’m sure many of you can attest, high-waisted garments had us in a chokehold. Twee culture was at its pinnacle, I wanted to look like something like the hipster millennial pictured below while I was only 12, and if pants went up to my underboob, I was content.

Bonus points for that braided belt.

Ever since the low rise trend has been on the come up, thanks to the 20-year trend cycle my parents have paid abhorrent amounts of money for me to learn (despite it being available with a quick little Google search), I’ve felt truly threatened.

I never wanted to succumb to showing stomach surface area as well as my hips, post pandemic. I was solid in my stance that I wouldn’t wear any bottoms that fell over an inch below my bellybutton.

I’m not sure what changed for me. Maybe it’s the fact that low rise pants are significantly more comfortable, and that you don’t get graphic indents on your stomach from the button of your jeans, or have pain from where the waistband is cutting your circulation off after a meal.

My main apprehension regarding low rise pants were the fact that I am shaped like a real person and not Bella Hadid, meaning the self conscious tendencies that plague my every move would kick into high gear. I’m the type of person that dreads wearing something that I don’t feel good in, causing relentless anxiety and the need to change into my security sweatshirt immediately.

Perhaps it’s my senioritis speaking, but I just plainly don’t care enough anymore to worry about that. One of the best things my therapist has ever told me was that no one cares enough about me to notice if I look a little bloated, have a pimple, that my hair looks frizzy, etc. The list is truly endless.

No one is paying that much attention to you.

If you want to try something, try it! If you don’t, don’t. Embracing the low rise trend has really allowed me to better understand what comfort means to me, and to celebrate how I feel about myself. If your self expression method is through clothes like mine is (even though my clothes are extraordinarily bland), get on out there, girl.

Slap on a baby tee and some low rise baggy jeans, put your headphones on, and pretend to be a nepotism baby in your head. No one is watching, and honestly, it feels great.

Send this to a friend to let them know you’ve gone to the low rise dark side <3