Put on pants for the first time in a month and though I was pleased to see that I was just able to fit into my (most forgiving pair of 501) Levi’s, I was taken by how little the soft spill atop my waistband affected me.
I’ve let go. Of myself, yes, but what this quarantine has granted me is the freedom of just being. Of reading every day, of learning in solitude, of existing without judgment—all this, out from under the pressure of society’s gaze.
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