It wasn’t the most exciting look, but it allowed me to quietly blend into the background and that was all I wanted from my wardrobe. Sure, there were some days where the struggle to get my jeans on had me battling the zipper as a writhed around on my bed like a flailing seal, but what else was I going to wear?

As a plus-size woman trying to put my most-stylish foot forward without drawing much attention to myself, my options were limited. Or at least I thought they were. Jeans seemed like the sensible and obvious option, they were a classic staple and almost every plus-size brand had an offering of these to shop from. Being comfortable wasn’t my biggest priority, dressing like everyone else was, so it didn’t matter too much to me that my jeans dug into my stomach and gaped at the back. I got over the fact they sagged at my knees and the colour faded with every wash. That wasn’t important, what was important was they were my best chance of fitting in.

“I haven’t worn jeans for two years, this is what I wear instead”