eGo

Posted on by Reena Saxena

I wonder if a thief lives here.

One of my tees hangs on the rack, but I’ve never been here before, and it doesn’t look like a laundry either.

A closer look reveals it is two sizes smaller than I wear and looks famished without my ego bloating it up.

My tee was not a limited edition piece created by a designer.  Anybody can get hold of something as commonplace as that.

Yet, I turn back. I don’t want to see someone else wearing it – someone who is not as unique and deserving as I am to embellish a garment.

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  1. When I was a teenager if someone wore the same thing as me I would never wear it again! I wanted so much to be different and a fashion designer, neither of which ever really happened. This story jogged my memory of that. I wasn’t as vain as thinking I wore it better, but it’s still something only teenage me would care about.

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  4. Well at least she knows herself and she’s consistent. Nothing worse than seeing someone else wearing your favorite shirt though. She’s not alone thinking that would be horrible.

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