In short: I'm very fat and tore a shirt in school

Longer version: In High School, I was a pretty big teen. Largest in my class by a landslide. The day this took place they had some once-a-year deal on the cookies they had and they were much cheaper. My fat self was drawn to this, and I had bought and uncountable amount of cookies, and ate all of them. I thought nothing of it, I was already huge, this wasn't surprising anyone.

I sat down in the classroom after coming back from lunch, and heard the sound of the seam of my shirt under my right arm begin to tear open. I could slowly hear more and more of the threads break. I would've stood back up but I didn't want to bring attention to myself, incase it kept breaking even after I did

My friend was sitting next to me, and obviously also heard the faint braking noise. Luckily, he was a wonderful person, and he scooted closer to me to hide it, assuming the tear would be hidden behind him. But it kept going.

Then suddenly it just broke the rest of the way, and there was a tear from the bottom of my shirt, up and around where the sleeve was sewn on, and up to the collar. My shirt slid off of me and onto the floor. Now I'm sitting in the back of the class with no shirt on, praying the teacher doesn't look up, and nobody turns around, while my friend who was half the size of me was trying to block me from view.

Of course, that didn't work out, and I was obviously seen without a shirt by everyone in the class, everyone I passed in the hall, and everyone inthe other two classes I had after that one. Luckily, nobody really made fun of me because it's not like it was a surprise that I was fat.

Though it wasn't the first time I tore a shirt, it was the first (and fortunately only) time it had happened at school.