At this point, I deserve a mental stress bonus for wearing baggy clothes to a Nigerian family event.
You just want to breathe, look cute, and mind your business but no.
Aunty Shalewa, the self-appointed Fashion Police of the family, has already marked you from the gate and is already loading her insults like an AK-47.
You’ve moved from 75kg to 85kg, which is not bad as you’re literally just living life but she’s staring at your oversized shirt like you borrowed it from under the bridge.
“Why are you dressed like a homeless person wey dem pursue from house?”
“You’ve gotten fat and you’re wearing big clothes again. Is this how you want to marry?”
Meanwhile, her own tummy is competing with her flabby arms, which has been tightly packed into a jean and is struggling for air, but somehow, you’re the problem because your jeans are not tight enough and your shirt isn’t clinging to your body?
Ma, it’s 2025. Aunty Shalewa, abeg rest. I just want to breatheeeeeeeee!
Oversized shirts are the vibe. They’re breathable. They’re comfy. And most importantly, they’re trendy.
You didn’t come to impress anybody, you came for the food and to gist with cousins, but if comfort is now a crime, I’m guilty as charged, pleaseee.
Let’s bury this idea that baggy equals broke. In this economy, even rich babes are shopping for comfort first.
So if you see me in my large tee and boyfriend jeans, mind your waist trainer and leave me to slay in peace.
