change happens suddenly. some random boy puts his hand on your bare knee and you think, i will never wear pants again.
change happens suddenly, but we often grow aware of it gradually. i don't realize how utterly and totally i have forsaken pants until i open that drawer and there they are. like a time capsule of denimoline, circa fall 2009. back when i was a whole other girl. a girl who needed five pairs of low-rise, boot-cut jeans that i will now, never wear again.