Confirmed Fears

I have a pair of white capris.
They are really small.
They are, in fact, TOO small.
I sometimes cheat and use a hair tie around the button to make them bigger.
But most importantly: they have a stain on the left back pocket.

Now that I’ve set the background for my pants… listen well. Thanks to the stain, I never wear them. I keep thinking that people will see the stain and think less of me. And when I say “people” I’m talking about total strangers who I might run into once in the course of my life and whose existence has little to no bearing on my true happiness.

On Saturday, I threw caution to the wind. I pep talked myself into believing that NO ONE really cares what I wear. NO ONE notices but me. If I like my white capris and they make me happy, I should WEAR them! So I pulled out a hair tie and I did.
As I stood in line at Dollar Tree on Saturday late afternoon buying BASKETS that I should have bought weeks ago, a heard the girl in line behind me lean over to her boyfriend.
“Check it out,” she less than whispered, “Her pants are totally dirty.”
Immediately following this, a cashier in another line beckoned me over.
“I can take you over here,” she said.
I turned to the detail conscious girl behind me, “I think that cashier can check you out,” I said. She took her boyfriend and wandered over to the other line… like a beaten puppy.
Ha. That’ll show HER to look at my STAIN.

In other news: I’ll only be wearing my pants around my own house where stains are a common and welcome mainstay.