speaking of my dislike of the low low-rise. The past two Sundays, I have gotten a view of thong from churchgoers sitting in front of me that was way more Girls Gone Wild than Mid-town Manhattan Protestant Church.
This is why shirts should be longer and possibly why belts should be worn (I know, I argue against the belt sometimes). People in back of you should be spared seeing your underpants when you sit down and stand up. It's as bad as plumber crack.
Also, I think the lower stomach is, in prime form, lovely, and in unprime form, no worse than most of an unprime body.
The problem is that women who are in sub-prime form (that would be me) can't find shirts that will shield our lumps from a grateful populace.
The retinas you save may be your own.
I watched a chick watching the video shoot bend over with one hand at her back to hold her low-rise jeans high. Jeans are supposed to be easy clothes, dammit, not high maintenance.
Sometimes my coworker can astound me with cluelessness.
It's too damned cold here to be showing off torsoskin.
I don't mind the low-rise, but the low rise should fit. I love belts with low-rise, particularly large ones with sleek lines.
Spoken like somebody who never had to lie down on the floor to pull the zipper up.
(When were "camel toes" as a fashion sin invented? I don't think anybody cared in the 1970s.)
It's too damned cold here to be showing off torsoskin.
First time round, that said foreskin. I need a break.
It's too damned cold here to be showing off torsoskin.
First time round, that said foreskin. I need a break.
Much
too damn cold for that.
First time round, that said foreskin.
You mean it doesn't...
looks again
Oh.