same shirt different season
I found this shirt this morning and realized I had worn it last year too.
Seventy pounds heavier.
Same shirt.
Same me.
Just a version of me who kept going quietly, even when no one was clapping.
This kind of progress is weird because you don’t always see it day by day.
Then one random morning, you put on an old shirt and your brain finally catches up.
Proud of her.
Proud of me.
cozy chaos always 🤍



























































































