An exercise in insecurity.

I'm sitting downtown right now, wearing a short skirt. If I were to get up and walk somewhere right now, an unexpected wind might cause me to flash someone. I'm practicing not caring.
It's harder than it sounds. I know I'm not wearing the skirt to be slutty--it's soooo light and comfortable in this hot weather--but the people who see me don't know that. Not to mention I'm not wearing particularly glamorous underwear.
Well, it's not like there aren't more embarrassingly dressed citizens walking the streets of Amherst right now. And--and I don't care about the opinions of people who would notice if I accidentally flashed them, anyway. The perverts.