I pulled an article for my class to read the other day on the history/ culture of jeans--denim, not
genes as in why I dye my hair or have green eyes. Anyway, in the article there was a part that spoke about how out jeans tell the unique story of who we are almost as much (and possibly even more) as genes. I started thinking about the jeans I own. One specific pair jumped out, a pair of American Eagle circa 2005 jeans that I have had since high school. I realized, as I read more an more of the article, that the jeans were more than just a pair of jeans I have had for 8 years (YIKES!). They were the jeans that cheered on a winning football team. They the jeans that were with me though break ups, and going to college, and that sat patiently in my closet during my unfortunate freshman 15 (uh more like 40 actually). They were (and still are) the jeans that were paired with spirit shirts on Friday during my first year of teaching, and here they are the jeans that make light layers feel so cozy! These jeans are part of me. They have my story woven in between the fibers, they are both my jean and part of my genes.