Fat Jeans

I think my life is a series of revolving metaphors. I was thinking the other day, as most girls do, about that special little time of the month. Oh I love it, I do. I think the worst part about being a girl is the clothes. I've wished I was a boy several times, for many reasons. One, so I could wear really loose jeans and t shirts all the time and get away with it. And never shave, my legs I mean. And pee outside. But wishing never got anyone anywhere, so I'll settle for my girly ways and continue to squeeze myself into tight fitting curve conforming jeans and mini tees. All in the name of fashion... or whatever. I think Life is like a pair of fat jeans sometimes. Yes, every girl has them. They are a necessary evil to combat the certainty of gaining weight over Christmas and during that "special time of the month." I'll explain myself. You don't come into this world "fitting" it just right. You have to grow into it. Essentially you have to grow into yourself, who you want to become, who the world is making you... etc. To me, the world feels like a big pair of fat jeans.( You can laugh here, because it's funny.) Most often, they are too loose and uncomfortable, sometimes they feel like they are squeezing you to death, and sometimes, ever so rarely, they fit just right. For me, I've been swimming in a pair of uncomfortable stiff jeans for all my life. Life just never seems to fit just right, but I guess it doesn't for most people.