Anxiety

I'm going shopping for bathing suits for Hawaii tonight. I'm a little anxious about how that's going to go.

The last time I remember shopping for one, I was 18 and it stands out as one of the most depressing shopping trips of my life.

In general, I'm not that concerned about my body image. I mean, I'm fine with how I look and if you don't like it, well fuck you.

But really, swim suits are a whole other game. In the long run, every thing is going to be fine. I'm just not the type of person to care about this stuff for too long. In the short run, however, you might want to feel sympathy for poor husband who's going shopping with me.
Hopefully, he survives the night.