by Glynn Pogue

On Catcalls, Rocawear, and the Search for Curve-Friendly Denim. 

I was thirteen when Ms. Jacqui told me the news, “You a got a little booty on you, Glynn,” she said.  

A family friend who worked in finance, wore shiny red acrylics and kept her hair buzzed real low for ease, Ms. Jacqui was straight no chaser. She was known to tell you some real shit…