Tonight is husband's 25th HS reunion, it's at a local bar. I'm generally nervous about having to interact with a large group of people when I don't know most of them. I'm also keenly aware of my appearance. I was a full 35 lbs lighter at the last reunion. My skin was clear, my hair was long and healthy. I was... pretty. I'm now overweight (getting close to obese by the BMI charts). My skin is dry. I have an extremely short cut because my hair is bad. I've been stressed about how to dress and settled on a newer pair of capris in a greenish taupe with a cute blue peasant top with the same color as the pants in the top's pattern. I've obsessed about this all week, trying on different combinations from my wardrobe. I won't look thin or beautiful, but I'll be stylish and comfortable. And truthfully, that's about all I could expect right now. So I'm dressed for tonight and herding together Duckie and her stuff for a sleepover when husband comes in from a round of golf. He shoots past me and says over his shoulder: "So, Honey... what are wearing tonight?" I wish I could crawl into a hole.