A Love Letter to Old Navy’s Wide-Legged Jeans
When I walk to the train, my shadow falls wider, and I like that I’m taking up more space.
You should have known better than to come here. You know this store isn’t for you.
Megan Kirby has bylines at The Rumpus, McSweeney's, Jezebel, The Chicago Reader, The Hairpin and more. She also self-publishes zines on subjects like One Direction, the renaissance faire, and her own dumb life. She runs a local storytelling/zine-making show called Meanwhile. In 2019, she was voted Best Comics Artist in The Chicago Reader's Best of Chicago poll.
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