If the pants slide over your thighs there is no room for cries.
Honestly. I dread pants shoping. When I finally break down and go, I buy at least 3 pairs and wear them until you can literally see through the britches.
This is how it goes down. I find the same brand I had 2 years ago. Look for the “approximate” size. Adjust for weight gain and thigh spread. Grab a few different shades of blue. Hop into the dressing room. And cross my fingers that I can get them over my thighs.
If they slide up over the thighs, I do not cry. If I can’t get them up much past my knees… well all bets are off. I cry. Tears of ‘woe is me’.
Yesterday I found two pairs that slide over my thighs. Who cares if they have a ‘stretchyness’ to them. Who cares that they have a ‘secret sliming’ effect. I certainly don’t care. I got two new pairs of jeans.
I can never, ever wash them, but I have two new pairs of jeans. No tears. And a fresh tube of Glide for Her incase I forget and wash them.
powerful thighs. foiled today.