YSL

In March 2001 I bought a pair of black YSL jeans *. They were a good cut. Flattering. Very nice they looked. I think I wore them for about a year until I got too fat to do them up. Bah. I never lost hope when I hung them up on the clothes rail. It was always my intention to slim back into them. My chance nearly came in mid-2004, when, after shedding about a stone of what I’d acquired, I wasn’t very far off getting in them again. I could climb inside and fasten them up… the only problem then was that I couldn’t breathe. Hmm, I thought to myself. Another few pounds and I’ll be there. Sadly, this period marked a trough in the fight against the flab and regrettably I began to climb the peaks of lard once again. My jeans remained on the hanger, forlornly flapping in the wind as the distance between us grew.

It’s been a long and slow journey. In the last two years I’ve been very close. Every so often I try them again on to check. I think the last time I tried them on, maybe 6 months ago, I could fasten the button but the resulting unsightly overhang of belly flab suggested that, barring the purchase of corsetry, the time was not quite right. This week I thought I’d give them another go, since my weight is teetering on an historic 7 year low. On they went… and bloody hell… they fitted! I could do them up, breathe normally AND there was no belt-line flab. Cor!

Best of all, they’re a size 34″. Huzzah.

* Will these count as “vintage” now? They’re probably worth something.