The first time I volunteered at the shelter.

I felt worried because:

1. I was worried I'd do it wrong
2. The other volunteer would be impossibly cool and I would lose out.
3. How hideous I would look in the morning, how L.S. would know that I'd been wearing makeup and was trivial, how the other volunteer (who was beautiful and thin, but not disdainful and actually good to spend the night with) would think I was hideous.

Well, I think I kind of did it right, I hung about for a bit in the morning. L.S. might have been surprised at the state of my face, but she didn't seem to be too shocked (though I suppose it's not something she'd care to admit to. She's probably too concerned with global issues to let the state of my skin register). And it was good, and I had fun doing it and I felt better about myself and wanted to be there again. So there is a lesson in itself.