I am a high-waisted (but not too high-waisted) pair of skinny blue jeans. I am cropped and have a raw hem. I fit like a glove, but not a saggy pair of gloves knit by your grandmother (bless her heart), a pair of buttery soft leather gloves given to you by your Italian boyfriend to wear when you traipse around Italy together on his Ducati. I hug your curves without suffocating you leaving room for you to indulge in all of Italy's finest delicacies.