Have you ever owned a shirt that has a nice brand name and you think it looks good… only to repeatedly discover that it fits terribly and makes you uncomfortable all day long? I have had this fucking shirt in my closet for probably 2 years, I have worn it several times, and when I put it on in the morning, its already awful. by mid-afternoon the fabric is all wrinkled because its some sort of linen blend. In addition to that, its ill-fitting in general because its a button-down and doesn’t fit over my massive chest.

Logically speaking, I should take this stupid, too-tight-in-the-arms garment and throw it in the trash right now. It can’t possibly be worth the 25$ I paid for it. YET, I can’t bring myself to do it. I feel like its a trendy-looking basic that every person should have in the closet. Tan from Queer Eye would agree. The point being that I feel its impossible to let go of something that is clearly not working for me. Even though it checks all the boxes (trendy, work-appropriate, good brand name) IT DOESNT FUCKING FIT. I try to tell myself this as I automatically throw it on the floor of my room in the insurmountable pile that gathers with all of my other ill-fitting, too-tight, traditionally fashionable garments that I should just get rid of. Why then, if it doesnt fit, am I clinging to it? Who’s to say, but this shirt and pile remind me I really have to start learning to let go. What works for everyone else is not working for me.

I preach about embracing uniqueness, and can celebrate my own idiosyncrasies, yet am I really living my truth when I am in an uncomfortable button-up that I am seconds away from hulk-hoganing out of if I have to cross my arms? Because it makes me fit in? Maybe. I am not sure. I can’t really understand why I am holding onto something that is clearly not doing me any good. Maybe one day I will have a wardrobe that fits me, a job that fits me, a partner that fits me, but until then… I tell myself “lets start with giving away this fucking shirt”.