Jeans

Sometimes they go on perfect,

hug your thighs and slim you down,

and you walk tall and high,

aware of yourself.

Sometimes they come with a struggle,

squeeze your thighs and point things out,

and you hunch and hide,

aware of your self.

They're everyday and everywhere,

wear and tear or stop and stare.

They push you, pull you, hug you feel you.

Ever notice how a pair of pants can make or break your entire day?

My jeans project: I decorated, distressed, and ripped a pair of jeans with a nail file, a cheese grater, fabric paint, brads, safety pins, and rickrack. I like the result.