Shopping and Crying
Last night something happened to me. I had a major melt down panic attack driven by the disappointment of being unrealistic of what would fit on my body at the mall. My poor dear friend Jenna thought I was mad at her because she could tell I was being quiet and pensive as I darted towards the exit of the mall after only going into three stores. I was walking very quickly in front of her, hoping she could not tell how upset with myself I was. I even practiced the breathing I recently learned in a yoga class to keep the tears from coming. It. Was. Awful. Or, at least it felt that way. I was beyond relieved to jump into my car, since I could barely control myself anymore at this point. I grasped the wheel and burst into tears, while again, poor Jenna sat there patiently telling me it was okay. God bless her. If I was her I probably would have been like "yeah, I'm gonna walk home", but she very calmly and patiently sat there while I sobbed uncon...