I pride myself on my uniqueness.
My motto in life is, "Fight Normalcy".
However, when faced last night by a roomful of college students who were LOOKING at me as I emceed a salon event, I was feeling a bit intimidated. They with their fresh young faces and slim figures. Even my staff caused me pause as they walked around in their high heels looking glamorous. I just didn't feel stylish as I walked around in my clunky, off-brand cat head tennis shoes. Not funky, not artistic. Just ...odd. (I DID have cute hair though~!)
I get thirsty when I get nervous, so before the event started, I had a big helping of water. I was brilliant enough to go to the bathroom before I got up in front of everyone, knowing if I didn't, I'd of course, be dancing as I was speaking.
Everything seemed to go smoothly. I figured my dazzling smile would distract them from the blatant truth that I was a middle-aged mommy trying to sell them on how well we could make them beautiful(er).
Soonish, things were wrapping up and whether from nervousness or the remains of my water orgy, I had to GO again.
After finishing up "business" I realized:
The zipper on my pants had been down during my whole spiel.