I have a long and somewhat tortured history of baggage when it comes to crop tops. No, seriously. Obviously, part of that baggage is your own insecurities when it comes to showing off your midriff. That aspect of my crop top baggage has been somewhat lessened by my recent devotion to the gym and crunches in general. On a deeper note though, some part of me still feels like I need to put more clothes on. Back in the 90’s when crop tops were last in style, I was definitely not allowed to wear them. In fact, if any particular shirt, however seemingly normal-length it was, at any time threatened to show any sliver of skin due to say, stretching one’s arms out, said shirt was to not be worn at all. My mom was very particular on that front. Its kind of funny the little things that we hold on to as adults, and this is definitely one. Some part of me is thinking, “Oh, if only mom could see this shirt. She’d have a fit!” Ironically enough, my current self and my 90’s self would probably respond to that thought in the same way: “But everyone’s doing it!” Some things never change.
Hope you had a fantastic weekend, thanks for reading! xo
Photos by Ashley Capella (!)