I am a grown up.

I hate high necked t-shirts. I feel like I’m being strangled, or intentionally strangling myself, which I’m not even sure is possible. At least not to death. 

Years ago, during a t-shirt phase in my life, I got a STFU shirt, quite simply because it said it all without saying anything. The only problem was that the style was unisex, I suspect more man than woman as it had a cut flattering only to a plank of wood and it had a high neckline which as you now know, I hate. I spent more time yanking on the neck than I did enjoying the bold statement that often tip toed, ambled or charged rampantly through my head.

A couple of weeks ago, approximately 4-5 years after purchase, pulling and yanking, it dawned on me that I am an adult and as such I don’t have to eat green beans if I don’t want to and I don’t have to wear clothes that I am uncomfortable in... and if I so choose, I can modify them. With scissors. So I did.

I cut out the neck line, shortened the body and trimmed the sleeves. It’s now perfect. I've worn it more in the last couple of weeks than I have in all the years it's loitered in my drawers. 

I’m keeping the tag on my office whiteboard to remind me that I am a big girl now and I can do what I want. within reason. so long as you can’t get arrested for it. 

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