Dear Matchstick Jeans...

I used to judge you based on your friends. I scorned the way you often looked with them; unflatteringly clingy and vulgar. I always saw you and your buddy, Steel-Studded Black Leather Belt, hanging out and thought that you and I would never see things eye to eye. But now I realize that you had no choice in your hangers-on, and that you can look just as natural with a pair of mary janes, a bright sweater and a scarf. My simple long blond hair doesn't look out of place in your company.

Thank you, Matchstick Jeans, for making me look so cute!

Heh. ;)