Liquid Leggings: A Coming of Age story

Sometimes I look in the mirror, in my goodwill wrangler cutoffs I bought in high school and my "Make Toms not Bombs" shirt and remember that I am 28. I am married. I have a child. I have stretch marks. I have grey hair. It's a funny thing being in this period of my life. I still feel like a teenager, but have the responsibilities of an adult. It's like a see-saw- youth one side, adulthoon on the other, a roller coaster of emotions. Am I really almost 30 and have like an adult life? Sick, right?
In comes my latest internal conflict.

Liquid leggings.

So I am perusing the internet the other day and see a picture of these fabulous leggings that look like they are leather. I soon find out they are called liquid leggings. In fact, I saw them on the Olson Twins, which should have been my first indication and warning that they are most likely not for me Then, as if to make me feel like any more of a frumpy loser, I googled them and found them on the Guess website. Wow. When is the last time I went to Guess? I then asked my way younger, way hipper, way skinnier and way more rational sister what she thinks of liquid leggings. Her response was "I think I like them...". Red flag number THREE.

Well, who would have thought that her response would cause so much self reflection?

Now to really understand why this was such a mature breakthrough of really thinking about the purchase and not just impulsively buying... You have to know the back story...You could say I always dressed a little inappropriately. My mom's very large, dangled earrings at 7, glitter gluestick streaks in my hair in middle school, Birkenstocks with Nanette Lepore skirts in high school, 14 necklaces at one time in college along with Wicka black hair on Easter, then bright red/purple hair at 25... You get the picture. Some questionable choices.

Here's the deal, though. I really like the liquid leggings. No lie. Maybe it is the angst ridden, Avril Lavigne loving, rebel without a cause teenager still left in me.

BUT, I feel I have reached a crossroads: do I embrace my "just off" fashion reputation and own the liquid leggings, muffin top and all? Do I continue with black nail polish, momentary lapses in hair color judgement and, most importantly, still rock the high school goodwill cutoffs? Or, is it time to really grow up and retire my "colorful", borderline choices.

So what do you think? Be honest. Even though I may be 28, I still succumb to peer pressure once in awhile so your opinion really does matter.

P.S.-A little inspiration to get you through the day. My heroes.

P.S.- If you are really lucky and I decide to purchase them, may even post a little selfie of me posing like this. BAHAHAHAHAHAHA