Lots of things happened that year. It was like my brain switched on, but let's leave those other stories for anther day. One of the realizations I made happened on a morning as I was getting ready for work. Right before leaving, I went to the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror. Something caught my attention. There were two dark blotches on my upper chest area.
P.S. I'm a dude.
The Shirt |
Nip. I noticed that in good light, two features of my chest were fairly prominently visible across a light, flesh-tinged canvas. Suddenly, all those comments I heard about how thin this shirt was came to the front of my mind. What? I'd been wearing this thing for over a year once every week or two. How did I never notice this?
Close-up, looking good? |
Close-up, in the light. |
After I had that epiphany, I switched to something else for the day. Wearing an undershirt was just not my thing. There was extreme anxiety over the next few weeks as I made "checks" with all of my tops. Three other dress shirts had to be condemned: a darker colored dress shirt with the same thin material, a slightly thicker white dress shirt, and my "I don't care anymore" white t-shirt. That second thicker white dress shirt was also bought in the spring of the year.
The worst part was thinking back about how many times I had worn those semi-transparent shirts so proudly -- especially when in front of people I wanted to impress. Shudders.
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