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My Embarrassing Pants Story

11/21/2015

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When I don't have an immediate idea for a blog post I tend to browse "writing prompt" posts by other bloggers. 

This one suggested discussing an embarrassing moment. 

Oh dear. Which one? 

So I decided to go with the one that came to mind first. It's not the worst memory ever and I definitely survived just fine...but I still cringe and blush a little. 
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Let me paint a picture. 

Highschool. So already things are awkward. Those of you that weren't popular but not TOTAL outcasts know what I'm talking about. 

Now, I had an eating disorder around this time so I was pretty skinny. Like, most of my pants didn't fit kind of skinny. I had a pair of black pants that were like a cross between workout pants and dress pants (before "leggings that look like other pants" were cool. Trendsetter. Right here.) I wore those things to death because they fit well, were comfortable, and I could come home and immediately workout. 

I remember I was in my Comparative Politics class. I knew most of the people here AND the guy I had a major HOLY CRAP I CAN'T crush on was in this class. Obviously I had to play it cool. (hahahaha) 

Class hadn't started yet so I was chatting with a friend. I squatted down to whisper to her and felt a rip....

Right in the crotch of my pants...

Did I mention I wasn't wearing any panties that day? 

Yeah. That happened. 

There was a nice cool breeze on the lady garden before what happened truly sank in. 

The tear was HUGE. Like, no way I could go about my day and just keep my legs together and pray. 

My favorite pants had betrayed me. 

Or finally decided to rebel against constant use. 

I borrowed a jacket from my crush (OH GOD) and had to let the teacher know I'd torn my pants and needed to fix them. 

This involved leaving and knocking on another teacher's door (the one that taught sewing class) and begging for a needle and thread...

And then slipping into a bathroom stall to hastily sew the hole up enough to last the rest of the day. 

By the time I'd returned the supplies and returned to class, word had spread. 

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To this day, I'm not sure how many people got a free peep show...

​I prefer to live in denial and believe that everyone went blind for the 2.5 seconds it took for me to stand up. 

Make me feel better by sharing your own story in the comments. Please! 

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