As I was packing for my trip back to school after a wonderfully long winter break I came across a pair of pants. Like much of my wardrobe, they were purchased at a thrift store. They are in good condition, faded and warn, but comfortably broken in. These were my “lesbian mom” jeans, or so they are called.
I discovered the pair a year ago – a high waisted pair of Levi’s, most likely older or just as old as I. My 29/30s fit perfectly if you are going for that 90s after school special look, which I was.
This isn’t my only pair of LMJs. The other is a pair of tight fitting cargo pants, low-rise and greenish-khaki with an ink stain from a time when my studying got a bit out of hand. The two pairs were labeled “lesbian mom” jeans by my roommates. On the same day…
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