One day in HS, it was picture day and I decided to embrace my figure by wearing my mom’s hand me down 1991 super body hugging, super high waisted to the point it looked like a wedgie jeans. I went with a simple black T-shirt, nudged inside the pants to highlight my waist, with some cute black and silver thread tweed Oxford heeled boots, straightened my long curly hair and wore a simple silver bangle bracelet and my white gold amethyst claw crown ring with an amethyst colored headband to seal the look. Honestly, I looked amazing. My legs, everything, looked just fabulous. I felt fabulous. Everyone’s heads kept rolling left and right. It was the first time I ever dressed as “bold” in school but I was at the top of my world then, had the highest GPA in class, and had lost so much weight during the Summer. I make it to half the day and picture time and took a great picture. Once I got to lunch, disaster happened. My silvery blue jeans got ruined by my completely unexpected and unawares period blood. It wasn’t there when I went to lunch and sat. And I did feel the little period “flow” but I was a late bloomer, I had inconsistent periods and was stressed out despite feeling happy so I never really timed it. It was awful. Thank god that I was that kid that helped everyone so I never had a problem with anyone and when everyone noticed they’d all try to give me their sweater or long sleeve anything they had or could find. But my favorite pair of jeans never recovered. It was impossible to remove the blood. And it’s haunted me ever since, especially as my mom had told me two days before that I shouldn’t wear the pants because my period was likely going to pop up soon and I didn’t heed it. Ugh. I’ve not been able to find anything like them since. They were so well made and framed every single bone but still looked expensive and well made. My mom gifted them to me to make me feel proud of my body when I had a tough time accepting it because I wanted to be petite like my friends as opposed to curvy with big tits and a bum. I felt big. Those pants made me feel sleek and sophisticated but didn’t subdue my body. I really miss them and even kept them for years until my mom forced me to let them go after having them without use in the closet.