I claim to be too good for a lot of things—cheeky denim, boys in fraternities, flower crowns and lactose. With that said, I am not about to pretend I am too good for the cropped top. American Apparel, Zara or Isabel Marant they've all displayed that perfectly poignant sliver of ribcage. Beyonce could not have shown the world what a "Survivor" she was without giving the world a glimpse of her rock hard abs. You're right, those weren't cropped tops they were glorified bathing suit tops, but that's neither here nor there. I certainly don't share a likeness with Bey's aforementioned rock hard abs, but I am tired of waiting until I think I am "skinny enough" to sport a midriff baring tank. Really no one is "skinny enough" for a cropped top. Those girls on Tumblr with septum piercings, pink hair, smoking a hand-rolled cig and sipping on their latte creations with cropped tops and denim diapers aren't real.
I've made it known to many a fellow fashionista that I don't quite understand the American Apparel aesthetic. It's like Abercrombie & Fitch all grown up without the huge moose stretched strategically across a woman's chest. Their customer is without curves and doesn't care that the clothing is poorly constructed and meant to fit an 11-year-old. I caved and bought their white turtleneck cropped top to pair with the multitude of high-waisted skirts in my summer repertoire. I just needed something plain and relatively cheap, ok?