I just spent an hour in the damn executive restroom, an HOUR, fixing my blazer. My blazer! Not my presentation, not my notes, not the 30 other things I should have been doing before facing those vultures, but my fucking blazer. Because the way the fabric draped… it just… it made my midsection look bigger. Blobby. Not sharp. Not professional. Even though it’s a perfectly nice blazer, a good brand, I got it specifically for these big meetings, but NO. My brain just screamed, *You look fat. You look soft. No one will take you seriously if you look like you just rolled out of bed, after rolling out of bed with a bag of chips.* And then I looked at my phone, seeing three missed calls from the school and a text from my partner about the plumbing again, and I just wanted to scream. I’m standing there, adjusting, re-adjusting, pulling, smoothing, like a goddamn contortionist trying to make a piece of cloth lie a certain way, just so some assholes in a boardroom will listen to me, really *listen* to me, about the Q3 projections, instead of looking at my stomach and wondering if I had a big lunch. All that work, all those late nights, all the times I missed dinner or bedtime stories because I was prepping for this, for THEM, for the company, for us, for *him*, for all of us to have enough, and I’m worried about a FUCKING blazer. Like it wasn't enough that I had to wake up at 5 to get everyone else ready, pack lunches, find the missing shoe, calm a meltdown, then fight traffic, and get to work already feeling like I ran a marathon. And then I have to do *this*. This stupid dance with my own clothes, with my own body, with my own brain telling me I’m not enough, not professional enough, not *thin* enough. And for what? So I can go in there, nail the presentation, get the nod, come home, and do it all again, just to find out the plumber needs a down payment we don't have, and someone forgot to take the trash out again. I’m just… I’m so tired. So tired of everything being on me. And all I wanted was for my damn blazer to look right. Just one thing to be easy. Just one.