Look Ma’ No Pants
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Generally, I’m the President of the “Tights Are Not Pants” club, but yesterday, the weather was so nice compared to the freezing weather we had been having, I decided to renounce my presidency and go pantless.
I was beyond comfortable all day— a good thing because I had two finals— and was almost convinced that tights may be a good alternative to pants from time to time.
Then, the inevitable happened.
During my last final, which was actually a 5-minute group presentation, I became uncontrollably self-conscious and just knew the two whispering girls in the corner were talking about my outfit. The rational Chelsea knows my outfit was probably the last thing on their minds, but my lack of confidence still made me want to jump over the table Mean Girls style and defend myself like a lioness.
Now, I’m conflicted as to whether I will ever throw care and pants to the side. What do you think? Did the Chatty Cathys in the corner have good reason to giggle, or was it all in my head?
