I bought this fanny pack when I was in Hong Kong. I love it. And now I want another one—I'm thinking brown leather—because I want options.
Why do I love my fanny pack? I couldn't have said it any better than Rachel Wilkerson Miller:
"When I step out in it, I feel insanely carefree. And I often find myself thinking, Is this how men feel every day? Because if so, holy shit.
I am constantly negotiating the things I will and will not do in my ongoing quest to be both accepted by society and also have a soul and fight the good feminist fight. And I've realized that while I will (or at least have) let a stranger pour hot wax on my vulva, I draw the line at carrying a big-ass shoulder bag.
As for how the fanny pack looks, well…any fucks I have to give about that actually won't fit in my awesomely tiny, hands-free bag, so I've had to let them go!"
Would you wear a fanny pack?