Still Fits

I spent the day putting pictures into photo albums. It was hours upon hours of old faces, including mine. By the time I was finished, I had almost forgotten my name. I had forgotten what I looked like.

I lifted myself from the floor in a practical daze. I started thinking what I should wear. I opened my dresser and sifted through my shirts, looking for something that would give me comfort. I dug down to the bottom and saw a shirt I hadn’t worn since long before I came out. It was my midnight-rabbit t-shirt. I’ve called it that since I got it, when I was about 9 or 10 years old. It was black with two rabbits on it and a big yellow moon. I put it on and looked in the mirror. A small smile of relief crawled across my face when I saw it still fit. I was so glad it still fit.

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