Chapter 13 - I WORE THE GRAY SWEATER AGAINThe gray sweater survived.
Mostly.
The school cleaner offered to throw it away.
I said no.
After several washes, the smell disappeared.
A faint discoloration remained near the shoulder.
I wore it again two weeks later.
Sophie stared.
“You’re insane.”
“Why?”
“That sweater has trauma.”
“It’s cotton.”
She laughed.
People watched me in the hallway.
Some looked impressed.
I hated that too.
I wasn’t reclaiming anything for an audience.
I just liked the sweater.
Eventually, it became ordinary again.
That was the goal.
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Not every object associated with humiliation needs to become a symbol.
Sometimes it should simply return to being clothing.
