Let me just start by saying: if there was ever an outfit I had to wear for the rest of my life, no questions asked, no second chances—it’s already hanging in my wardrobe (okay, more like living on my body). I’m talking jeans and trainers. That’s it. My holy grail combo.
I live in my jeans and trainers. And I mean live. Not in the “I wear them a lot” kind of way—I’m talking “they’re practically part of my DNA” kind of way. Ask anyone who knows me. If you’ve seen me more than once, you’ve seen me in them. They’re my daily uniform, my comfort zone, my “don’t-have-to-think-about-it” go-to.
Skinny, straight leg, boyfriend, high-waisted—I don’t discriminate when it comes to denim. As long as they’re comfy, they’re in. Pair them with a slouchy tee, an oversized hoodie, or even a blazer if I’m feeling “fancy,” and I’m good to go. And don’t even get me started on trainers. Soft soles, no blisters, all the support in the world—I could run a marathon (emotionally, not physically) in them.
Some people have power suits. I have power jeans. They’re the one outfit that makes me feel like me. No fuss, no frills, just comfort and confidence. And honestly? That’s more powerful than heels and hard tailoring will ever be (for me, at least).
So if someone came up to me and said, “You can only wear one thing forever,” I’d shrug, look down at what I already have on, and say, “Sorted.
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