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I found the perfect pair of blue jeans once I was 12 years old They hugged my adolescent body Until I was 13 and a half And my body started to change Tiny layers of fat creeped up on me Laying on my thighs and my bottom and my hips Making my body into a woman’s You see, I am cursed with curves and tiny ankles While my thighs and my bottom and my hips changed My ankles remained the same Petite Frail Bony It has become impossible to find The perfect pair of blue jeans I would come close Hugging my hips with grace Encasing my thighs with elegance Even closing to embrace my calves The denim fabric reached my ankles And became baggy, oversized I gave up I bought three pairs of the same style that almost fit Until yesterday I came upon a coupon And so I went shopping In an unfamiliar store And I tried on a pair of blue jeans They hugged my hips with grace They encased my thighs with elegance They closed to embrace my calves And when the denim fabric came to an end And the final stitches held the jeans together My ankles were not drowned in thick denim They were petite Frail Bony But they had found the perfect pair of blue jeans
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
The Blue Jeans Blues
I found the perfect pair of blue jeans once I was 12 years old They hugged my adolescent body Until I was 13 and a half And my body started to change Tiny layers of fat creeped up on me Laying on my thighs and my bottom and my hips Making my body into a woman’s You see, I am cursed with curves and tiny ankles While my thighs and my bottom and my hips changed My ankles remained the same Petite Frail Bony It has become impossible to find The perfect pair of blue jeans I would come close Hugging my hips with grace Encasing my thighs with elegance Even closing to embrace my calves The denim fabric reached my ankles And became baggy, oversized I gave up I bought three pairs of the same style that almost fit Until yesterday I came upon a coupon And so I went shopping In an unfamiliar store And I tried on a pair of blue jeans They hugged my hips with grace They encased my thighs with elegance They closed to embrace my calves And when the denim fabric came to an end And the final stitches held the jeans together My ankles were not drowned in thick denim They were petite Frail Bony But they had found the perfect pair of blue jeans
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Jan 5, 2013
Jan 5, 2013 at 10:37 PM UTC
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