Today I went to the gyno, went to the mall and charged a whole bunch of shirts for spring, and went out with my mom to go vote. I’d just thrown on some old (and honestly too-tight) RLR rugby shirt, but one of the volunteer woman looked at me as I was leaving and said “I love that shirt! I want a shirt like that!” to which another, older woman said “I want to LOOK like that.” My boyfriend misses me. My best friend misses me. My parents miss me when I’m away at school.
When did all this happen? When did I get old enough to need gyno appointments and to be eligible to vote? When did I stop being ugly, friendless, and unloved? I wish I could step back and apperciate it, but it’s so novel and things were so shitty for so long that I’m terrified this is some precarious and temporary thing that’s going to go away soon.