From Our Readers In Defense of Mom Jeans From Our Readers

No I’m not a mom. But yes, I absolutely love my mom jeans. When I gained a teensy bit (10 lbs) of weight after the wedding, I had to get larger sizes in all my pants, especially my jeans, which were on the verge of being too tight anyway.

Before I upped my size, I had the ultra-trendy low-rise jeans. They were terrible. Not only did I have to constantly be paranoid about showing off my “goods” plumber-style (just to clarify, this is sarcasm. My butt cheeks are not my goods…those are my calves :-). You can’t just bend over to pick up something in those jeans. You have to do the awkward side-squat thing that is certain to draw as much attention as your plumber crack.

Another thing that sucked was where the jeans rested when you were sitting. I have a desk job where I am sitting for about eight hours a day. My old jeans would literally make indentations in my skin because they were so tight. The afternoon was the worst, because your stomach would be full. I would have to unbutton my pants, and dare I say my zipper too, under my desk. Don’t worry, I always made sure my shirt was covering the zipper.

But now…now it’s great. Although close friends and my husband laugh when I lift my shirt to show them exactly how high (hint: think bra wire) my mom jeans go, I have never felt more comfortable. I can eat all the gluten I want and my pants don’t torture me like they used to.

Bottom line: you don’t have to have kids to enjoy the comfort of the denim-covered sweatpants known as, mom jeans.

You can read more from Rachael Anderson on her blog.

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  1. Don’t forget that with a higher rise there’s no muffin top! :D

  2. I got mid-rise skinny flares from Bluenotes last year and I’ve loved them ever since. Maybe it’s part of getting older, growing up, whatever, but the thought of being at risk of showing plumber butt in low-rise jeans kind of skeeves me out a little bit… :/