I think I know why my friend gave this top away. We had no sooner started our hip-rocking dance moves before my top started climbing. I tugged it back down and waved my arms as we went around in a circle. When we faced front again, I saw that my top was above midriff. Yep, above.
At that moment, I evaluated my options: tug it down every two minutes for the rest of class, or practice my belly dancing moves.
At least it's a smaller belly than it was a month ago... (that's not me, by the way. Yeah. I wish.)
Ever had articles of clothing attack you? What did you do?