When you've been wearing leggings every single day for about two weeks straight you know you've got a problem.
I've been rotating three black pairs, a dark blue pair and some khaki ones. It's not been the same pair the whole time, don't worry. It's not a hygiene kinda problem.
The problem is, every morning as I sit on my bed staring at the bulging contents of my wardrobes, all I can think is 'I wanna wear leggings, they're just so damn comfy!!'.
Today I put on a pair of jeans only to remove them as quickly as they'd gone on. Although I've lost a few pounds recently they felt like the tightest things in the world. They're so restricting, digging in on your hips and exposing way too much at the back when you sit down. Leggings would never do that to you.
It doesn't end there, several times through the day, as I realize the true state of heaven my legs are in, my mind drifts to thinking about just how grateful I am for my leggings. I start thinking about how I can get more. I think about colors. I think about what I could pair with grey ones. I think about whether I could rock a pair of red ones. Or snakeskin effect. Or a texture. I think about lace leggings as a glammed up version so I can wear them out at night.
I don't just want more leggings, I need them.
This morning as I slid my legs into my cozy familiar oh-so-comfortable friends I thought to myself....
'How and why the hell does anyone wear anything but the incredible, stretchy, flexible, forgiving, second skin that are leggings?!!'
They say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.
My names Amelia and I'm a leggingaholic.