I went upstairs this morning and took out my new skinny jeans. I tucked and put them on.
Proceed to a 20 minute anguish montage of me checking how they look in the mirror, how my tuck is going (TMI though I'm not well endowed so I've not had to worry to much there, even though I do. Constantly -_-)Once I'm comfortable with how they look, and once I convince myself my parents won't think anything of them, I go downstairs as if I'm not wearing a pair of jeans, something I haven't done in probably 10 years.
My mother does indeed notice, does a literal double take, and goes on a three to five minute talk on how they suit me and how well they fit me. She gets me to do a twirl, comments on their fit, asks how I got them, and says she loves that I found a pair of jeans that finally fits me (What she doesn't know is that they're women's skinny jeans, and I like to think that I never found a pair that I liked or that fit me because I'd always looked in the wrong section).
After soaking in all that I had to excuse myself because I couldn't hide my smile, which grew exponentially larger after I was out of sight