A guy in the dressing room wanted his girlfriend to try the jeans on but she didn’t want to. So, she left them sitting on a bench in her dressing room. It seemed like a crazy thing to do, but I tried them on myself. It wasn’t my size, a three, but they fit me and they looked nice.
So, I paid fifty dollars for the jeans and decided that I felt better. I tried them on again when I got home but it was different. When I stood in front of my mirror, I looked over myself.
The jeans covered up most of the leftover bruises from him but that wasn’t what I was getting at. The jeans were snug and comfortable but that wasn’t it either. On the back pocket, there was a little word sewed. It took me a while to read my butt, but it said: believe.
Believe? Believe in what? What the hell? Did I buy fake American Eagle jeans that were just in the store or something? Or is this some new line of jeans? Or am I going crazy?
I considered crazy but I took off the jeans and stood in my underwear to read them again. Believe.