You ask me if I can wear this pair of black torn skinny jeans I used to wear all the time... when I was skinny. We haven't been dating for that long and I wore them on our first date so it should be fine right?

I struggle to fit them pass my hips and while I'm already out of breath and sweaty, I manage to close the button. I sit down and try to catch my breath while I finally admit that I got too fat to wear them and open the button, my wobbly belly surging forward. I play with its soft flesh to relax and wonder if at out next stuffing I will pop the button...