Me And My Tights.

Honestly, tights never made sense to me. Growing up, I only saw two kinds of tights in popular media. First, the nude ones that were worn by the nuns in my school or ladies at formal gatherings. Others were the fishnets and the ripped black ones that were worn by the jazzy dancers and girls on television that we were not supposed to watch. So I ended up wearing none of them.
Then this year we saw the colorful opaque tights from ’60s rise again from their ashes. I was confused if I finally wanted to try on tights or it was going to turn into another big mistake. Thanks to being super skinny, I try to maintain a distance from bottoms that are going to cling to my nonexistent curves. My mom feels, they make me look skinnier and I have to agree. So obviously, I took my time to think about this.
But always trying to break out of my shell I decided to go for it and get not one but three, yes THREE pairs of tights. The red, the white and the pink.

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