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I have two holes in the right leg of my blue jeans. They're new, I think. One  hole is right at the crotch, and I can see my teal underwear through it. The other is slightly further down my leg, at the thigh.

I went through a phase where I stopped wearing jeans. It was more comfortable to just wear a dress. But, I've started wearing blue jeans again. My watercolor teacher said that I need to stop wearing dresses to class, because "sitting side saddle" puts me at a weird angle to the paper when I paint, and to sit and paint cross legged will earn my a crooked back.

I wore jeans quite often when I was younger - in elementary school and middle school. They felt like camouflage. I had one pair of jeans that my mom bought me from Abercrombie. They were faded, very pale blue denim with intentional rips and shiny green rhinestones on the back pockets. They cost about $80, which I would never pay for jeans today. I wore them until I grew out of them, and then they were passed down to my little sister, so I guess we got our money's worth.

I never really feel sexy in jeans, though. I'm not one of those girls that looks...sexy in jeans. They're just comfortable. These days I'm usually either at class or at work or walking around, and so there is no one I feel that I need to impress. No one seems to care if I look good in jeans or not, and I don't think I want them to. It makes me feel crazy when there's some boy or whatever that I want to look good for, because more often than not they probably don't notice. It doesn't matter.

These jeans have ink stains, and pizza oil stains, and white gesso stains, and colored ink stains. They're a bit large for me at the waist but the legs are a perfect length. I forget where I bought them from - probably H&M. I'll keep them until they fall apart, but it is tempting to pack up most of my clothes and bring them to the Salvation Army.