The shirt will come to represent my eternal dissatisfaction with my body.
The shirt arrives the following week. The sleeves are too narrow, and the fabric is itchy. I don’t bother returning it; a trip to the post office feels wildly inconvenient. So I throw the garment into my closet. I will try it on occasionally and always take it off, choosing another top. The shirt will come to represent my eternal dissatisfaction with my body. I will take it to Goodwill in a few years when I have finally accepted that I will never lose the 5 to 7 pounds that would make it fit.