Pants are for boys.

I love fashion. I love looking at fashion, reading about fashion, thinking about fashion, etc. I love it. I can entertain myself for hours with fashion. I love shoes, I love bags, I love dresses, I love skirts, I love belts. I hate pants.

Fun fact: pants or trousers (as we know and loathe them today) came into vogue because working class men wore them during the French Revolution era.

Thank you, moderately priced fashion design education.

Pants are enemy numero uno in my book. I have tried probably every style that has come into style and they just don't work on me.

Low rise skinnies? Booty crack.
Drop crotch? Poopie diaper.
Dress pants? VPL (and who can wear dress pants everyday??).
Sweatpants? Don't get me started...

Inseams are too long, rises are too low, and finding the perfect pair of pants is like... is like a lot of work.

So my solution?

I gave up to the institution as a whole. Pants are for boys.

P.S. In the eternally wise words of one Blair Waldorf: Leggings are not pants.