Tossed Out Tees

some body contours aren’t meant to be seen, and when t-shirts start stretching across my gut like sausage lining, it’s time for them to go. the skinny kid i used to be is finally accepting the body he’s forced to live in– but one day maybe he’ll shed the fat cells like a winter coat, and a light brighter than the sun will shoot out every pore of his body! heads will turn, angels will sing… and then  i’ll wake up. goodbye old t-shirts, you were my second skin.