I'm up at the student center, which I hoped would distract me from my body/anxiety. Fail on both counts.
On top of that, I realized the small spot of wear by my back pocket is now a gaping tear.
I was trying to relax about food. I was trying to actually eat a little more to kick-start my metabolism. And what happens? I bust out of my pants. Super duper.
And I suppose the red-striped panties were a bad choice.