I wore tights today. For the second time in a week. I shouldn't have. I should've given up after one time. Once a week is plenty. But I did not heed the signs. I wore tights for the second time in a week. During music I noticed a little speck of fluff on them. I pulled it off. Which started a very long afternoon of me checking my legs in self-consciousness as my tights slowly unravelled until there were more holes than tights. Jessie kept laughing at me. It wasn't very nice of her.