Big Shirts

I have always detested wearing big shirts.

As far back as I can remember, big shirts have frightened me to to death. I put on a big shirt, look into the mirror and believe that I am oozing dork. Alas, I have discovered the real truth. Big shirts, to me, are dorky. Now this begs the question: why should anyone, especially myself, consider big shirts to be dorky? They shouldn't. This is foolish, and it's time for a revolution.

My revolution will be easy for me to attempt because I have a plethora of big shirts. I don't know why; I never wear them. I think it was my Mom always buying shirts at Kohls for me, or maybe the collection stems from my two younger, bigger brothers, who cannot seem to stop growing for the life of them. Luckily for all 3 of the aforementioned possible people responsible for my ridiculous and unused shirt collection, I stopped growing in practically the 2nd grade. But I digress...

Getting dressed this morning, I noticed that my laundry desperately needed to be done, and, as a result, I only had a few shirts left to wear. One of these was big shirt. Yes, you guessed it, I am wearing the big shirt. I am trying it out. I am going to experiment today: will I feel dorky as I go about my daily routines simply because I am wearing a big shirt?

This could be the beginning of a whole new era!