
I’m here to confess to you that I bought a pair of statement pants. Not just any pants, but what I think are magic pants, the kind that you have to pull off by just wearing them and acting like nothing is wrong (despite maybe a few over-the-shoulder glances from confused onlookers). The first time I wore them, I avoided the grocery store like the plague in case I ran into anyone wearing these, but they’ve grown on me now. A friend told me they’re the pants every woman adores and men hate. But people, I’m wearing the pants for me. I wore them to a party last week, and we played games and drank wine. They’re now my ladies night pants.
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