Pants, aka trousers. But never slacks.

My pants today were too short.

...which, given that *I'm* too short, you wouldn't think would be possible. But there you have it. And I was so self-conscious all day! Which is silly because,

1. they were barely too short, and

2. who else would even notice?

I have a fair amount of clothing paranoia, wherein I feel like everyone is obsessively checking out everything I wear everyday, checking for flaws and cataloguing whenever I wear the same piece of clothing too frequently. Not that this paranoia helps me dress better or anything. It just makes me hyperaware when, oh I don't know, my pants are too short.

So, later for those pants. I guess that's why they were at the bottom of the pile. Sadly, this leaves me with no pants, where "no"<3. I guess it's time for the dreaded pants shopping again. *whimper*

If I ever woke up rich, the first thing I would do would be to hire someone to make me multiple pairs of pants that were comfortable, classy, not flared or skinny, fit properly round the hips and waist (to my definition of "properly", and made my ass look cute. Since I am not suddenly rich, and there does not exist a pair of pants that encompasses all 5 of those qualities at once, I will have to settle for pants that are not too big in the waist, do not give me sausage legs, and don't drag on the ground. Too much.



I wonder what percentage of my life has been spent obsessing about pants?