You know that kind of nightmares that are not scary but extremely freaky.
Those that you wake up soaked in sweat thankful that it was only a dream.
I'm talking about those super embarrassing dreams for example, you left your house before you clothed yourself or you were somehow bathing in the lift in front of your neighbours, or that you accidentally shat in your pants and that stain wouldn't disappear.

Sigh.

I tried on Nat's punjabi costume yesterday for racial harmony day and the problem wasn't visible at all.
Then this morning nat told me that she could see my bra.
I looked down and realised, ya, can see a bit, just a tiny bit.
After that I kept getting compliments about my kleng[indian] golden earrings and that my green bra was funkey monkey[stacey's words].


My sister whom I met on the way home commented that people's eyes were flickering down to my chest.
So I went home to check.
Looked into the full length mirror.
omfg.
I could see EVERY SINGLE THING.
If i scrutinized I could even see my belly button.


I looked like I was wearing tissue paper, or tracing paper,
or a thin roti prata.
Oh man.

My chest has been exposed to the world.

♥Bid Farewell