Dear Wigleaf, I recently bought a sequined romper. It's not very practical or
comfortable, which was sort of the point, because after months of existing
primarily in sweatpants, I crave the voluntary discomfort of glamour from
time to time, as a kind of reminder that I still have a body. The last year has been full of so many cruelties I don't know how to process. I've learned to find solace in small things, like long walks in the cold; listening to songs obsessively on repeat, the way I used to as a teenager; and shine, wherever I can find it, even if it's just in the way the sunlight hits a rainbowed gasoline puddle on the street, as bright as a bruise. What are the things you've turned to, in times when you've felt estranged
from yourself? Gina - - -
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