Time to celebrate it — Your favorite shirt,
The worn-out one you can’t stop wearing,
Torn, discolored, stained. At its finest straight from the laundry basket,
Nothing gives you the same confidence,
And confidence is everything. The one whose imperfections you forgive unconditionally,
Sexy, soft, and kind on your curves,
The one carrying memories of hugs and tears. That shirt is your skin,
Show it some reverence.