I hate jeans.

Tried to put on my pants. The right leg ripped straight down from my crotch to my knee. I stood there and burst into tears. Hubby came in not realizing what happened and asked me to get ready so we could go out to dinner. Turned to him, looked straight at him with tears welling up in my eyes and told him I’m not getting dressed, I’m never wearing jeans again, and I’m not eating dinner….. This did not come at a very good time as I’m fragile from my already very disordered eating….

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