#jeans low rise flare

[ymijeansblog]

How to Find Jeans That Suit Your Style

Developing a chic, on-point sense of style starts with choosing clothes that fit—in more ways than one. Your clothes should feel comfortable and suit your unique personality! Before shopping, measure your hips, waist, and thighs so you can find jeans that fit you perfectly. Once you know your size, you can find clothes that complement your individual style. Here’s how to choose jeans for three types of aesthetics. It's Giving Girlie Being a girl’s girl is about so much more than simply loving delicate accessories, flowy fabrics, and pretty pastels. You’re quick to lend a hand when someone needs to touch up their makeup, always text your friends to make sure they got home safe, and are known for baking chocolate chip cookies that could cure any heartbreak. Plus, your playful, chic fashion sense is always in style. When you’re a girl’s girl, you know you can be delicate and tough, so you deserve clothes that do the same. Choose jeans designed with strong, flexible denim from a brand run by women for women. Your Perfect Fit: Balloon jeans designed with rigid denim perfectly capture your sweet and savvy sides. Style these flowy yet structured jeans with ballet flats, a lace cami, and layered charm accessories. The Old Soul Do you dream of traveling the Pacific Coast Highway in a converted van, stopping for flea markets and scenic lookouts? Do you swear that some albums were meant to be listened to on vinyl and love taking polaroid photos of your friends? When you’re an old soul who lives in the moment, your fashion sense is a unique blend of contemporary trends and classic style. Your Perfect Fit: Cropped low rise flare jeans—perfect for dancing barefoot or in square-toed Chelsea heels—capture your free-spirited, one-of-a-kind nature. Style your trendy pants with a thrifted vintage band tee, an oversized leather jacket, and your latest vintage jewelry find.

She’s Preppy and Peppy Think tote bags, vintage rugby sweatshirts, and faux leather oxfords: When you live for the preppy aesthetic, you’re proof that brains and beauty go hand in hand. When you’re not studying in a coffee shop while sipping a matcha latte, you’re rushing to your next club meeting, team practice, or whatever’s next on your busy social calendar. As a booked and busy high achiever, you opt for well-tailored closet staples that transition seamlessly from workday to nightlife. Your Perfect Fit: When it comes to being ready for whatever your busy schedule has in store, layers are your best friend. Choose comfortable, stylish bottoms, such as womens curvy jeans or cargo pants, and style them with a sleek tank top, zip-up, and simple accessories, such as a tennis bracelet or silky scrunchie.

Fit is everything when it comes to choosing jeans that make you feel confident and celebrate your style. Whether you’re a girl’s girl or an old soul, the perfect jeans can make all the difference. About YMI Jeans

Everyone wants to be that girl: the one who lights up every room she enters, looks amazing in any outfit, and makes friends wherever she goes! Luckily, everyone can be that girl. All it takes is a little confidence—and the right pair of jeans. YMI Jeans makes fashionable denim staples for the self-assured, stylish, and fun-loving girl in everyone. With inclusive sizing options, diverse styles, and chic designs, this Los Angeles-based brand can help you curate a personal style that makes you look and feel your best. From chic cargo pants to curvy jeans, YMI Jeans has reliable staples and up-to-date trends. Use their comprehensive size guide or take their online Denim Style Quiz to find your perfect pair of jeans, or check out their socials for outfit inspiration. Take the Denim Style Quiz to find your perfect fit at https://ymijeans.com/

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[raunchily]

Mode-Boutique in Phuket photographed by Peter Bischoff, 2005

[closetofcuriosities]

Low Rise Bootcut Bellbottom Flare Denim Jeans

[luminarai]

Currently in hell (jeans shopping)

[y2k-aesthetic]

Omg, I had embroidered jeans back then too, it was a whole thing lol! Extremely 2000s outfit, 11/10.

💎💖 Follow me at @y2k-aesthetic for more Y2K fashion!! ✨👛👠

[screechingsandwichhologram]

alexander hamilton would wear skinny jeans. aaannd post

[szczylpierdolony]

i got 3 new books today (was supposed to buy only one of them) but turned out the jeans i was planning to spend that money on didn’t look like i wanted them to so. crisis averted

[dollbrev]

a 2000’s statement !

[britneyshakespeare]

i don’t care how many people on the internet say it, low rise jeans are not back. they’re back for influencers and models doing 2000s nostalgia fashion and that’s it. for us normal people living in harmony, a-free of passing clothing trends if we wish to settle for the more comfortable, practical, and frankly more timeless side of dress, our belly buttons are safe and secure under our reasonably-high waists. your buttcrack thanks you.

[hipstercabbage]

not a big shirt little pants gay nor a little shirt big pants gay but a secret third thing: big shirt big pants gay

[choppedcowboydinosaur]

I notice that women are wearing low rise jeans a lot more nowadays. Along with pants with flared legs. And cargo pants are making a return. 

That’s nice to see.

[whatmorecouldaboylikemeaskfor]

Yesterdays outfit

[autumnrory]

have placed a few orders in the last week and there's more i could place, i usually spread them out but i've just been like no let's do this thing especially bc so many of them are ones i've been wanting to do for a while and just haven't done it BUT at least i really cut down on what i started with in my cart and at least unlike with my recent discovery with starting to try out abercrombie most of them do have stores near me so i can always return

[flirting-with-psychology]

The only reason I care what Gen Z and Gen Alpha think about fashion is that the clothes companies care what they think and stop making products I wear if the kids say they’re cringe

[shotmrmiller]

simon isn't a man you take home. he's for the literal streets. dresses like he's homeless because all that matters is that his throwing knives and handguns are pristine. the only reason his home is spotless is because he doesn't live in it, it's all for show. his pantry has only salt and mouse traps, his fridge a long expired bottle of ketchup and something that if anyone ate, they'd gain superpowers.

he's got a crazy look in his eye, and who can blame him after all that shit he's been through? gut-wrenching betrayal, unimaginable torture, then buried alive shoulder to shoulder with his ol rotting buddy, ol decaying pal? he joined the military a butcher's apprentice, and now he's an echo of what simon riley used to be, a fading silhouette that wanders the corridors in base. a ghost.

he has to play music whenever he's not at work just to keep the screaming voices in his head at bay, and it has to be loud enough to drown out the incessant high-pitched ringing in his ears. a cacophony of noise that wears his thin string of patience into in-existence.

he's a killer, he's a man who's donned his skull mask for so long that he's forgotten the face underneath.

you don't bring a man like him home. and when you eventually did, even your parents had agreed.

he looks one clown short of a circus.

he hovers over you like a ghost. (ha)

possessive, obsessive, paranoid.

he'll kill you if you try to leave him.

simon heard everything, not like they had tried to keep their voice down. it hadn't really mattered to him, empty words pelting knotted flesh only a sharpened knife could cut through. but you hadn't taken any of it.

his little hero, coming to his defense. it'd been the first time- in a long time- that his icy cold, tiny heart skipped a beat.

simon's always been his own savior. he saved himself from the shit life he had with his family by joining the army. he'd clawed his way out of his own grave, freshly turned soil stuck under his fingernails for weeks. he'd gone after the head of roba, in the name of vengeance. even now, he's a part of the justice league, the task force 141.

unsung heroes.

and here you were, standing in your parent's kitchen, all bared teeth and scalding temper- over him.

simon's so aroused that when he rises from where he's seated, he sways on his feet. there's no stopping him from briskly walking over to you and hoisting you up and over his shoulder, heading for the door.

there's no stopping him from throwing you into the backseat, and climbing in after.

you weakly try to stop him with stammered words, just wanting to know what the fuck he's doing but when simon starts to impatiently undo the button of your jeans, his confined manhood pushing up underneath you, it clicks.

you don't want him to stop when the calloused pad of his thumb rubs your slippery clit with expertise, thick fingers curling inside your swollen cunt.

you definitely don't want him to stop when his cock slides through your slick folds, his hand wrapped around his thick base. his tip pushes inside, mild discomfort already flaring. gravity then does the work, slowly sinking you onto him until his thighs are flush against your arse. the sweet, decadent burn of him splitting you in half sparking your nerve endings alight, from the waist to your knees.

you beg him not to stop when he fucks you in earnest; desire, sticky and wet, dampening the coarse trimmed hair of his cock. the air inside the truck muggy, heavy and thick with sex. he places his hand under your navel, right when he knows he is, and grunts when he gently presses down. the noises coming from you and your sodden pussy are obscene, lewd, downright vulgar and he wonders if you'd let him record it- to replace the banal music he usually listens to.

your breath hitches beautifully, and simon makes sure to watch how you let go of his shoulder to weave that hand downward to take yourself over the edge.

"impatient little pet, can't even wait f'me to get ya there, eh?" the low chuckle he lets out is cut short at the feeling of your slick walls fluttering around him, making him groan. he keeps his sharp gaze on you when your body tenses, back arching as you jerk fast, little circles over your pearl. he plants his feet and begins to thrust upward, your weight nothing to his strength and-

how beautiful you look in the pleasure he brings you.

it's cliche, truly, that he comes when you do, but he couldn't care less in this instance. your cunt squeezes him like a silken fist, a tight vice that milks his cock almost painfully so. his grip around your waist is bruising, but it only adds to the sensation- the delightful bite of pain prolonging your pleasure.

the base of his spine tingles from his climax, and his breathing is ragged. alive. your hands skim the wide breadth of his chest, as if brushing off the dirt he'd once been buried under.

his little hero.

you took him home, so now he takes you to his.

(...don't look in the kitchen, pet.)

[tonyglowheart]

it truly is something huh...