I just wanted to say that ever since the day I wore that orange and white striped shirt and saw my reflection in a store mirror, it has made me feel terrible about myself. Every. Single. Time. In fact, I have not worn that shirt since. It has been nearly two years. Each time I see it in my closet, I relive how bad I felt that day.
I fail and feel bad enough on my own sometimes that I just do not need a constant reminder or anything that represents that.
Well, last night I threw that shirt away.
Enough is enough.
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