After doing some purging of my closet, I decided to set away quite a few things to Goodwill. It mostly consists of overly worn t-shirts, shirts, and a wide selection of khakis and dress pants.

Remember I was wishing so badly to gain weight? Well, be careful what you wish for, because there are so many pairs of pants that I no longer fit into. I am now bustling a 32 inch waist, and that is quite phenomenal when I could fit into a 28 just three years ago without any abdominal sucking effort.

So many pants had to go, this includes my infamous pair of Ass Pants dress pants from Mexx. Shima, who coined the term Ass Pants, was introduced to them during in Planning Theory class. We had to dress up for our presentations, and because it was quite fitted around my rear, it accentuated my (hot) ass. Haha.

Even though there is no way I can fit into them now, I couldn't fathom myself giving them up. I just liked them so much. For that reason, I started a collection of unwearable legacy clothing-- clothing that brings back too many memories to be given to Goodwill.

Once I started this legacy collection, I found myself being less and less inclined to throw things out. Mainly, I couldn't help myself to give up my jeans. Weirdly, I don't have the same feeling for khakis and shorts.

When I merged both my Markham and Waterloo closets, I counted a total of 16 pairs of jeans, in all various shades of blue. Just blue. The oldest pair that I recall was back in either Grade 11 or 12 when I had my underwear-showing thuggy baggy jeans (Size 32).

Then I realized, jeans are probably the biggest marketing ploy of our modern time. I mean seriously, why do I need jeans in all shades of blue? And even with 16 pairs of jeans, I find myself wearing the same two or three pairs, while the rest sit and collect dust. Clever marketing, Gap. From boot cuts, to tapered in at the knees, to low rise, to 'broken in', I succumbed to the garment industry's many tactics. Ah no, I lied, the only thing I haven't succumbed to is the skinny jean—-mainly because it's so not me. I'm way not artsy-fartsy-urban enough to pull those off.

Even though I know this awful marketing scheme, I will continue to buy jeans. I don't know why, I have this weird relationship with jeans. I love them. While only a few fit me now, I will be adding all of the pairs to my legacy collection. Jeans have a way of defining a time. Baggy jeans represents high school. Low rise and tight jeans represents those frosh party days. And of course, the wider jeans will define my current "spare tire" stomach era.

Who am I kidding, I just want to remind myself that I had a 28 inch waist when I was 20. Do you guys have a set of legacy clothes?