This is a long super dramatic story, but I've gotta vent somewhere.

So. It's Wednesday. I have dance in the morning and then one class afterwards and then I come home. So of course imma keep my tights and leotard on. Duh
So. It's finally warming up here. I'm not wearing jeans, it's way too hot! So naturally I'm going to wear tshirt, shorts and chacos. Duh
So here I am, riding the transit home with my roomie talking about bikes and somehow we briefly mention the fact that we heard our neighbors partying loudly the night before. No biggie. Natural conversation, we said nothing mean. Come on, it's me were talking about here. I don't talk mean about people. But really.
So then one of my random friends texts me this screenshot of a random girl who had instagrammed a shot of my outfit on the transit saying how disgusting it was that I was wearing nude leggings under my shorts...
So naturally my dear friend had defended me and then the stranger rebutted that we had been talking crap about her so she didnt care.

So now I'm sitting here with my roommate trying not to burst into tears because I feel so self conscious and like a horrible person.
Good gosh. My life right now is a joke.
<3jen