Last week I found myself at TJ Maxx with a shopping cart overflowing with potentials – white jeans, blue jeans, ankle length and boot cut. I made my way to the small dressing room with the most horrendous fluorescent lighting – because seriously is there anything more humiliating then stripping down to your skivvies under lighting that shows every fold, dimple and as another friend kindly calls them…souvenirs (i.e stretch marks.) I began with pair number one – \u00a0too tight around the hips. Pair number 2 – too baggy in the crotch. Pair number 3 – couldn’t even get my foot through the opening at the bottom.<\/p>\n

And, so it went until I was down to my last pair –\u00a0a really cute pair of sky blue Jag Jeans. I haven’t worn Jag since I was in high school, back when Jag, Ton Sur Ton \u00a0and Forenza were all the rage.\u00a0I was cautiously optimistic. They passed the knee test. They passed the thigh test. There were no buttons or zippers.\u00a0Oh they were comfortable! But, something was not right! I looked at them from the side – cute! I looked at them from the rear – not bad! I looked at them from the front and there it was glaring right at me – the panel!!<\/p>\n

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