In life, we wear all sorts of different pants. When we are happy, happy pants, when we are angry, grumpy pants, and when we make most of the decisions in a relationship, we just wear the pants. As we grow up, we wear all sorts of pants and we change them yearly, monthly, daily, and if we are super dirty or play several roles, hourly. We change pants due to style, growth, comfort, or occasion.
Here is the story of my changing pants. I have worn so many pants in my life. So many, even, that my mother made a twin sized quilt made up of all my jeans from over the years. As a kid, jeans, sweatpants, and pajamas were about all that I owned. I didn’t play sports so athletic clothes were not necessary because my role was only as a student and a daughter. I woke up, did went to school, came home, went to my music lessons, and then came home again, did my homework, went to bed, and did it all again. My goodwill jeans were good enough. Once I got to high school, however, everything changed. Style played a big role in what I wore to school and my sports decided what I wore afterwards. Leggings and a t-shirt were considered comfy, casual, and cute, but it was not appropriate according to my parent’s standards. I was tired of wearing baggy jeans to school and I wanted to fit in so I usually wore my athletic pants.
When high school was over, it was time for me to REALLY change my pants. I decided to go and serve my year and a half mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter- Day Saints which meant that my pants were gone out and my skirts were in. While serving in California’s summer, skirts were amazing because they let my legs breathe while still staying modest and appropriate in that heat. I did, however, wish for pants when I went lemon picking. I expected to continue wearing these skirts for at least another year when my health issues first settled in. I remember curled up on the floor right before being taken to the hospital when my skirt turned to hospital gown.
Going from wearing religious clothing to almost no clothing for an entire week felt strange as I was sure I was breaking some sort of rule, but my mission president’s wife just looked at me with love and pity. My work was not over. I had to cover up my hospital gown, grab my saline drip, and go to the conference room for a district meeting. It was not pants time, yet.
It wasn’t until after my surgery and I was not healing right, that I finally got the go ahead to wear pants again. A fellow sister missionary even gave me a loose pair of her pants to wear while the scars on my belly healed. Little did she know; I would still need those pants even 4 years later. As soon as I got home, I was expected to wear jeans again, but my incisions were not yet healed and the belt and buckle really hurt the freshly cut into skin so I switched to leggings (or as Jayson calls them, stretchy pants). These were a perfect fit because they went along with long baggy shirts which also did not rub or irritate my scars. I expected this pants role to be a short period, but I found myself back in the hospital gown not even 6 months later and after my third surgery, I accepted the elastics were my new friend.
Now that my health is finally improving, I find myself wanting to wear pants for fashion again. While my 7 scars still prevent me from wearing jeans daily, I want to find some pants that have elastics, but also have some style to them. I still wear leggings during my daily yoga practice, but I need something for in between. A lot of the fashionable and easy on my belly pants are pretty pricey, though. I have been able to find awesome, cozy, and cute pants on a budget!
This is the role of my pants today and I know that as I graduate, my pants will have to become more professional in my teaching, and casual again to wear as my mother pants. I cannot wait to see what I’ll be wearing even next year!