IVY
I throw on my usual wear—a faded black t-shirt, denim shorts that have definitely seen better days, and my best pair of converses.
Christmas fashion at its finest.
In my defense, this is all I have, as you already know.
I stare at myself in the mirror and try not to think about how badly I need this shopping trip.
It’s been years since I bought new clothes.
Literal years. Between tuition, helping with bills I thought I was paying, and just surviving, shopping for clothes, even thrift, was never in the budget.
Not that the stress from work and life in general allowed me to gain any weight. My body’s the same as it was since I turned seventeen.
When I’m done getting dressed, I don’t spend one more second looking at myself in the mirror. That's all I can do to not lose my sa
