I have spent forty years, (no doubt these thoughts and feelings percolated as a baby,) viewing others in clothing and seeing them smile. They must happy and comfy and carefree I would suppose and wish I had the clothing that would garner the same.
Nothing I bought ever touched skin and did not leave me with a lingering unease. Nothing quite measured up to the expressions I would see and that elusive chasing felt perpetual.
Maybe my body is not the kind to receive fabric, not the kind to ever feel right in its own skin. Maybe this is part of the personality and I am always destined to be two percent off kilter.
Not today. Today is glorious, today I have been shown. Today I finally feel how others I see. I am bathed in gifted clothing that soooooothes. No pin pricks, no scritches, no rubbing, no stiffness, no fire, no heavy, no pointy, no sticky, no overheat, no undercold, no gaps, no tight, no worrying. Just pure, comfortable, heaven on my skin.