When it came to the hard details of my financial situation, he never made me feel weird about it. I told him I was in debt, he gave me a blank check. I told him I had tuition, books, rent, whatever — he gave me his card.
I feel like my body is an inside joke and I’m on the outside.
I have often considered drawing a picture of the upgraded-and-refined version of my outfit that I would be wearing, had I the means to do so, and stapling it to my shirt.