Dear YM:

Boy, do I have an embarrassing story to share! So, after my morning Buckys with whipped cream and Ex-lax, I headed to the gym for an intense workout. Man, that Jean-René really kicks my ass! Anyway, I hit the showers, then I pulled on my fave leggings and a T-shirt advertising my unemployed simian boyfriend's band. I checked my nose for boogers and my teeth for spinach, blew a kiss at my reflection and then headed out into the afternoon sun. As the hordes of paparazzi started snapping away, they suddenly shifted the focus of their cameras from my face to my special private area. I casually glanced down, and to my horror, I saw that . . .

I had like totally gotten my menses all over my freshly-laundered snow white leggings!!!!



OMG!!!! I just about died!!!! I hopped into my Range Rover as fast as I could and had my driver take me straight to my publicist's office. After borrowing a sweater to tie around my waist, my pubby told me to look on the bright side--now people will know that I posess enough body fat to menstruate. That's cool, I guess, but still, I will totally never wear white pants again!!!

M.B., 19, Hollywood, CA



Mischa Barton: stain-free pics at MrSkin.com.