I’m not sure when exactly the crop top started working its way back into my wardrobe. I remember having a distinct conversation with my friends about three years ago, stating how I had aged out of my crop top stage of life. I donated any mid-drift baring shirts that I had and called it a day. Now that they’ve been popping up again, I’ve added a few back into my wardrobe. The trick, (if you could call it that- it’s more just common sense) is high-waisted pants. Really high pants hide the belly and show only a teeny sliver of skin. This is something I can get on board with at twenty-eight, maybe even thirty. As always it’s not what you wear, but how you wear it, that really matters.