You say small – I say fitted

 Guilty! Throw me behind bars and swallow the key. You’re probably thinking “what chu talkin’ bout Willis.” Well Willis (pause for a moment to laugh at the name Willis) I’m talking about the Supre’ wearers of the world, the harlots of the land, the tarts of the sea. I admit that here and there I make the comment of girls wearing thick denim belts as pants, or even going on to say that there is a man running around with scissors cutting clothes to make them mid-drift bearing or have that torn edge. The size is Large yet the material clings to your body. What do you do?!

I am a model - what of it?



Yesterday (in the shower) I had a thought that maybe the clothing we chose to wear is not small but instead fitted. Hey most of our mums don’t shop for us anymore and we have gotten over those growth spurts. Luckily only once or twice you are fooled by the miracle luminescent glow of the store lighting or happen to pick up the wrong size at the checkout counter. Reminder checkout counter means CHECKOUT the size! (Or the person serving) sneaky perv. ANY WAY Moral of the story is we are not getting bigger – my our binge drinking and caffeine induced all nighters are not getting the better of me us.

Clothing looking a little snug



Still confused? Pretend like you’re an optimist. PRETEND, and instead of a half glass of water you have your key garments. Gained weight? Well your clothes haven’t become small, they now are more fitted. Instead of a lie it’s writing fiction with your mouth.

Are we catching my drift?

Shirt: Unknown, legit. Shorts: Wrangler

So swing from your baggy shirts to the fitted ones. Shorts so tight they literally tore when stretching them out (freaking Wrangler) and just balance it out with some chunky ass shoes.

Its the most positive spin I can give before I go for a run. For 10 years...