Freezing cold. I wore my Margaery costume to be part of a Game of Thrones group. Said costume was made to be worn in Brisbane Summer not a wet Sydney Winter.
About 2 seconds after this photo I had to get changed for fear of passing out. My vision was blacking out and I had started to sway.
Sweltering hot. Late November in Brisbane. I thought the costume wouldn't be too hot because my arms and legs would not be covered. I didn't take into account that I would be wearing dance tights and my entire head and neck would be covered. Not to mention the layer of makeup that kept wanting to drip off my face.
Dealing with mass amounts of stress - university subjects that had me frustrated, irritated and dealing with incompetent and lazy children.
My costume didn't fit. The stress of uni meant that I have put on too much weight and could not get into my costume.
The worst that a "friend" has ever made me feel. Would not even acknowledge my presence, would not speak to me, would not make eye contact and made me feel like I was the worst person in the world, not to mention turning my other friends against me. Not long after this photo was taken I drove home in tears and in the next few weeks left the costumers guild for over a year.