While practicing kicks in my self-defense class, I heard the familiar riiiiiip of fabric giving out.
I say “familiar” because hey, my thighs have been rubbing since the instant I reached puberty. Inspect any of my jeans/trousers/sweats, and see for yourself. The inner-thigh-covering material of my legwear always pills or wears thin, waiting for the perfect (public!) opportunity to split.
If you looked at my shoes, you’d learn that I kick sneakers off without untying them (shameful!), and that I’m an underpronator.
As to why my work khakis have a red-stained crotch, it’s not what you think. I covered my rain-soaked bike seat with a Walgreens bag, and its red logo transferred to my pants.
Also telling is which garments show no signs of wear: my suspenders, sock garters, scarves, all those snappy little extras.
How do your clothes wear out? What might this reveal about you?