Skinny jeans and pink shirts

by Gus Herrero in Español Exprés | 0 comments

We love to dress well. Let’s face it — we all love to show off our goods, and if we don’t have those “goods,” we make them up. Who can raise their hand and say, “I am not into fashion”? No one, I believe. We all care – or at least we should.

Last weekend I promised myself that I was going to stay home and do homework and just take it easy. Despite my determination, I ended up spending most of my days shopping for clothes. I mean, seriously! I didn’t have any intentions to do so. Maybe it was because I saw the movie, Confessions of a Shopaholic and it kind of got me going. (Great movie, by the way.) Or maybe it was simply time to renew the wardrobe because I got a new job. I think I just came up with that excuse.

I needed to buy something. At least this little tiny thing would make me feel in power. I called up my guuuuuurlfriend and she was willing to me help me out. After wandering for many hours at the mall, we walked into a store that advertised “skinny jeans” for guys. Ok so I am not an expert on fashion and I don’t pretend to be one. But we all know what fits us and what doesn’t.

Let’s start from the beginning, you guys will never see me wearing skinny jeans. I am sorry, even though I could fit into them, skinny jeans are just too girly for my taste. I don’t pretend to judge anyone … wait, oh what the hell, I will anyway. At the store I saw this guy probably on his 40s and 190 pounds trying to fit into skinny jeans. Seriously?! What happened to wearing clothing according to our age and body? A 40-year-old with skinny jeans is a big NO NO. Guys, please don’t pretend to be someone you are not.

I believe that buying clothes can make us feel happy. The most important thing to remember is that the clothes we buy are just an accessory. We must feel happy with who we are and buy things that fit us well.

Now, if you can own it, rock it. If not, well, buy something else that makes you feel great, happy and comfortable. One thing I learned this weekend (besides that skinny jeans are not for me and that I can’t pull of a pink shirt) is that we own the clothes, not vice versa.

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