I hate you. I hate your stupid name—why can't we just call you what you are, which is denim leggings? I hate that you make models look so cute and trendy, but you make me look like a The City wannabe, except with larger thighs. I hate that I never know which shoes to wear with you and whether you pair better with a tunic or short top. I hate that you're so stretchy. I hate that Urban Outfitters is selling you in several adorable washes for an affordable $39.
I hate that I now own a new pair of you.