Back in the dark days of the mid-2000s when jeans were slung so low they posed a constant indecent exposure risk, I firmly believed I would never wear anything else.
I have a clear memory of being in Just Jeans and scoffing when I spotted a pair of jeans with a slightly higher rise than the beloved ‘hipsters’. As if high waists would ever make a comeback! Were these people taking crazy pills?
Fast forward a decade or so, and the waistband of my pants/shorts/jeans/skirts/bikini bottoms have risen to the point where I can barely remember what my bellybutton looks like. Feel very welcome to call me Harry HighPants.
This all began about three years ago in a General Pants change room. I’d just about given up on the hope that I’d find a pair of flattering skinny jeans (incidentally, I railed about that right here), when a friend suggested I try a high rise. I figured it couldn’t hurt, and grabbed a pair of high-waisted black Cheap Monday skinnies off the rack.
I loved them almost immediately — instead of making me look like Eugene from Grease, they made me feel, dare I say it, cool.
Since then I’ve just about banished any style that sits lower than right on my navel. Not only do I find higher waistbands more comfortable, I like the way my body looks in them. I’ve found a style that really feels like ~me~.
Meet my latest (and new favourite) pair! And don't judge me for the mirror selfie. Please.
So it saddens me to think I'd dismissed high waists for so long because I'd been led to believe they were dorky (thanks, pop culture) and/or criminally unsexy (thanks, tedious articles about 'the women's fashions men actually hate').