Worthy shirt. worn with pride, reckless abandon. The looks I get are priceless. I’m not sure if they are looks of admiration, of hate, of curiosity or jealousy. All I know is that when I wear this shirt I am sure to get looks.
I often forget that I have it on. I am reminded by the hairy eyeball glances. I can almost hear their thoughts, “Who the fuck does she think she is?” “Well, isn’t she so special?” “Stuck up bit￼￼ch, thinks she’s better than everyone.” And that’s just my family 😂 jk. They don’t need to see my shirt to think these things – not a joke. 🤪
Wearing this “WORTHY” beacon is a huge trigger. Triggering my need to shrink and not shine, not be fabulous and definitely NOT talk about being worthy of anything. I think it takes a tremendous amount of balls to wear something that stirs a variety of reactions, including misunderstanding because um, well, I’m no stranger to being misunderstood.
Having to be invisible as a child sucked. Death by shame and humiliation for simply existing feeling alive and wanting to pull some fun towards me.
So today I wear this shirt proudly – even if they think I’m crazy, or self serving, or tooting my own horn. Today I realize my worth, I realize that I am worthy of all life has to offer (especially – EVEN if you don’t think you are). I know that no matter what happens in my life I will not dumb down my existence just because it may make someone else uncomfortable. Sorry, not sorry.