I'm sorry.
Truly. I never respected you. You stood the test of time. I didn't believe you would. You understood practicality.
Here's to the socks and sandals –
You cover my toes without judgement. You create airflow. You let me express my sock game with much strength.
Here's to the hoodies –
You cradle me in your endless warmth. You give everything and don't ask for anything in return. I slip you on in the pre-8 a.m. class sleep buzz. You match with my heart.
Here's to the sweat pants –
You come in all shapes and sizes. It's not about how well worn they are, it's about how similar they are to actual pants. It's a secret you'll never tell.
Here's to the crocs –
Thank you for making a shoe product that stays afloat in water. You protect me from all harm and unusual circumstances: those rocks and sharp objects always stray in my way. You give me holes but fill the holes and cracks in my heart.
Here's to the vests –
A coat with no arms. The original unrated look. You combine well with my tee or my sweater. I can't believe you weren't a part of my life earlier. My dear sweet arms can get 360 movement.
Here's to the "tying my shirt around my waist" –
Practical. The joy of showing a shirt without wear. You keep the 2 inches of my waist covered. Your cape is a sense of pride. Who even wears shirts anymore...
Here's to the boot leg jeans –
Wow. I truly never I thought you'd be back in my drawer. But there you are, sliding back and giving me the breeze my ankles desire. I couldn't be more grateful.
Middle school trends, I underestimated you. I hope you accept my dearest apologies.
Your forever fan,
