The last few years as the weather gets cooler (even for you friends in Arizona and California--stop acting like you don't get cold), the leggings find their way back out of the bottom of the drawer and on to legs of women and girls everywhere.
As do the articles, blog posts, memes, and pictures telling everyone that "Leggings are not pants!"
Well, here is a little blog post that says, "Go Leggings! Or not! It's cool!"
Not because I like to show my bum to your tender teenage boys' eyes. In fact, I do most things to avoid teenage boys' eyes, because I remember how cruel those boys' mouths are. So, do me a favor and don't tell me what your boys DO or DO NOT like, get aroused by, prefer, think, hate. Teenage boys should have NO VOICE in what any woman of any age puts on her body. They will be aroused regardless of what anyone wears. I am two and a half years from having teenage boys for thirteen years (look how that works out). Hopefully I can shut down their vocalization of any sort of physical judgement of what and how girls and women dress. I am gearing up for that time in our lives.
Teenage boys are nimrods. Not even exaggerating.
My daughter told me how the boys at her junior high punched out the ceiling tiles in their locker room and then put said tiles in the drinking fountain to see if they disintegrated. Then they lit paper airplanes on fire and flew them around the locker room. And you think I care if these brains like or hate leggings? Yeah, no.
In full disclosure, I wear leggings. I like the stretch, the waistband, the ease of wearing them to work out, put on a long sweater and boots and then pick up some milk at the store. I like the way they make my legs look slimmer and you can see that I have really strong legs--because I work out really hard and my body isn't one of those thin builds. So, hooray for seeing how strong I am. I like that I can wear them under the dresses that shrunk in the wash because I was an idiot who put a $10 cotton dress in the dryer that then shrunk too much to wear without leggings.
I don't love flesh-colored leggings because those make me uncomfortable. Peach and tan leggings make one look naked. But if you love the peach leggings and like the double takes from people who think, "Oh no, is she? Nah, she's not. Wait, is she?" then WEAR THEM! Wear them with all the legging love you got in you.
I also don't love wearing leggings with tops that rest above my booty because I am acutely aware of showing too much of my good things. Of my own body. Which I don't want to do. Me. I choose this for me. And I admit that I suggest that my daughter cover her bottom as well when wearing leggings. But, if people want to show their round rump in a pair of leggings and it offends you, don't look. Don't make it your problem.
There are a lot of fashion choices I do and don't make for myself. Don't worry about it. Make your own fashion choices. My daughter's middle school has no rule in the dress code about leggings, but it does say that the kids cannot wear biker shorts. Biker shorts! Ha! I am seriously considering wearing some of those under my jean cutoffs in the spring. White ones. Just for fun.
Then there are those lists of what you shouldn't wear if you are over 25 or 30 or 40 or whatever. One of them said if you are over 30, you should not wear fur, cheetah print, or hoop earrings. Who is making these lists? Most likely these are written by someone who has never walked into a Chico's or met an octogenarian--those women ONLY wear cheetah print and fur. Stop letting dumb random list makers tell you what you should or shouldn't wear.
Do you like leggings? Go get 'em, sister (or brother, who am I to discriminate?)! Do you think cheetah print is the most amazing print ever made? RAWR! Do you love furry boots and hooped earrings and biker shorts? Do you like to wear them together? You sound amazing!
Do you like to tell people what is and what isn't pants? Boo. You sound sad. Get happy! Go light a paper plane on fire and see what happens.