A couple of weeks ago, M’ris wrote about the new fad for carrot pants, and how they were not flattering to any known adult female.
I’m afraid we now have the answer to who would be gullible enough to buy carrot pants: me.
Should have known. After years of reading M’ris, I’ve come to the conclusion that we are built so differently, despite being similar sizes (well, before I put on weight in Taiwan) that what is horrible on me is good on her and vice versa. (I’m less sure about the vice versa, but I’ve certainly seen photos of her looking stunning in outfits I couldn’t wear.) So maybe it’s not too surprising that the carrot pants pretty good on me. (That’s an average value – they looked great from the front, OK from the side, and pretty good from the back. I do not put excess weight on in my hips or ass, at least not in any early stages of weight gain. I do put it in my belly. Further, I have Giant Rower Thighs ™ which are made even more Giant by biking. I like them, because they are muscular and curve nicely, but there’s no denying they can be hard to clothe in trousers. These pants are fairly voluminous, and made of a very soft microcorduroy so the pleats aren’t too stiff. They come up high, which makes my waist look even shorter but makes my legs look nice and long, and the leg tapers to the ankle, where they scrunch up a bit because they’re just a hair long. That tapering line provides plenty of room for the Rower Thighs, and gives a nice long line to my leg. I suspect the higher rise would make my waist look tiny, except that, y’know, it so clearly isn’t. I picked them up because they were so soft and because I liked something about the scrunched ankle, don’t ask me why (the cuffs were folded up on the rack), and brought them home partly because I think they do look pretty good, and partly because they are work-appropriate pants that feel like sweatpants, and that’s a powerful inducement.