Sexy Dork

I am wearing my favorite piece of clothing that I have ever owned. I bought this off white pull over sweater at a thrift store in 1993. I absolutely love this sweater even though there is nothing particularly special about it. It was used when I got it and I intend to be buried in it. This sweater makes me feel ultra sexy and comfortable. I could be a super hero in it. That is the way that it makes me feel. Key word there is FEEL. I have seen photos of me in this sweater and I do look at myself in the mirror. I am to bulgey for the sweater of power and look washed out in it. It appears (to mere mortals )to just be a plain old sweater. I know better. This sweater was worn weekly while I was in college and I have worn it at least 3 times a month until a year ago. I decided then that it was just not good enough to wear to work and put it in the back of my closet. I am so tired this week and the paranoia is like little wisps of fog that I can almost see at times. I know it is just trying to creep in due to the crazy schedule I am keeping and weird hours and it is being held at bay. So I am going through my closet this morning and there it is....The sweater of power. I knew then that today it had to be worn. My old friend that knows so much of my history and still loves me even though I had exiled it to the far corners of the closet is keeping me safe today. Today, in my mind, I am sexy and wonderful and that makes me confident. I just hope that they remember to bury me in it so that I can face eternity feeling this way. Wouldn't it be nice if everything could be fixed that easily?