This post is for teen and young adults with SMA or similar diseases who have similar body structures to my own AND a desire to wear fashionable clothing. So now that I’ve reduced my audience to about six people, I’ll begin.
I’ve discovered a secret: girl pants.
My whole life, I’ve struggled to find comfortable, stylish clothing that actually fits me. Pants have been particularly hard to find ever since the baggy clothing of the 90s went out of style. In fact, since my teen years, I’d say one of my biggest struggles in life has been finding skinny jeans that I can wear.
I’m small, like slightly-larger-than-a-well-fed-toddler small. And my legs are basically locked into the sitting position of my chair, so when all my friends began wearing skin-tight jeans in high school, I had to sit on the sidelines and watch with envious eyes as that fad passed by. It was just too tough to find a pair of jeans that looked skinny on my stick legs but weren’t so tight that they snapped my brittle twig bones as my father yanked them on each morning.
For a while, I just settled for being uncomfortable. I had one pair of jeans that I deemed cool, and even though putting them on took four hours, and even though the waistband gave me actual bruises on my ribcage, and even though taking them off was like peeling the skin off of a highly-sensitive apple using only your fingertips, I wore them every day because they were my best option.
Then, last month, my girlfriend introduced me to a magical world called the girls section at H&M, (Never thought I’d write that sentence.), a place so bursting with soft material and stretchy fabric that my eyes grew moist with joy.
Have you heard of stretchy skinny jeans? They’re a real thing, and they are exactly what they sound like: soft, comfortable jeans that melt into my curves like warm butter but stretch like putty for easy on and off. Plus, they have a thing in this land called “High Waisted,” which solves my life-long problem of having my pants slip off my rear end when being lifted from my bed to my chair. You can’t tell from this photo, but my waistband is up above my nipples.
Best of all, they look cool, or at least I think they do, and that’s really all that matters.
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