Tonight I found the secret to having long and lean legs -- something I always wanted, especially when I was running cross country and track in high school. But you have to read my whole post to learn my secret :-). Anyway, my legs were short and stumpy -- proportionally speaking, that is. If my friends and I sat down on the floor with our backs up against the wall, my legs were the shortest even though I was one of the tallest. It really wasn't fair! Seriously, I had to run twice as fast as everybody else to cover the same amount of ground!
sweater -- Old Navy
jeans -- Aéropostale (thrifted)
shoes -- Dansko (clogs)
I also had trouble with my thighs. I know that they don't look abnormally huge in my pictures, but WAY back when I was in high school, it was still considered somewhat controversial for girls to be athletic -- being muscular wasn't supposed to be very attractive. And the joke was that I had "thunder thighs." I could never find jeans -- or any pants, for that matter -- that fit my thunder thighs. If they fit my thighs, they gaped at my waist.
Not being able to buy jeans wasn't that big a deal, because I didn't wear jeans all that often. In fact, I was such a tomboy and a nerd that, for me, it precluded an interest in fashion and clothes. I probably only bought one or two pairs of jeans the entire time that I was in high school. Once I got to college, and was exposed to my roommates' packed closets and overflowing dressers was when I actually started wanting to buy clothes, jeans included.
Once I graduated from college (1980), I threw caution (price) to the wind and decided that I was going to buy a pair of jeans that fit me -- no matter what the price. So where did I go to buy these expensive price-be damned jeans? An outlet center, of course. I still remember my excursion to the Flemington outlets in New Jersey to buy my Calvins. Calvin Kleins came highly recommended by a woman I was working with, who had the same problem with her thighs that I did. I can still remember the store, a place on the south-bound side of Route 202, just north of the circle, and pawing through the stacks of jeans to find my size.
The 90s was when I think I really started to buy jeans, and I went with Lees and Levis. Either they had learned to make jeans that fit my kind of shape or my shape changed. I still have my 501 button ups somewhere in my house (they don't fit, but I still have them). Now that stretch denim and low-rise styles have become fashionable, buying jeans is easy for me. Now I can even go into a thrift store and probably find a half dozen pair that fit me pretty decent.
And, of course, no picture of a person wearing jeans is really complete unless you get the requisite booty shot ...
Wow -- this was some trip down the "jeans" memory lane!
So what's my secret for getting long and lean legs? Shoot from above!