How Did I Get Here?

Where is my sweater? It’s a question i ask myself at least four times a week. It’s not just any sweater, its the sweater that hides me from the world. It’s a sweater that is not visually pleasing but it makes me feel better everytime I put it on. See, I’m not the smallest of women. Short, yes. Thin, absolutely not.
If there is one thing this world has taught me is that the bigger you are the more invisible you are. Most of the time. Sometimes I’m seen if a stranger needs to make a rude comment or if someone just wants to stare. But when I wear my sweater, I feel normal. In my head, it hides all the things about me that I hate. I’m not trying to be fabulous, I am just trying to not hate myself. I am trying to not feel my clothes touching me. Because when I can feel my clothes touching me, then the world can see it too. I dont want that.
My sweater means more to me than I can explain. You’d have to want to hide from the world too. I guess.
It’s not a pretty sweater but yet to me, when I wear it, I feel prettier than I do in anything else. I don’t know what I would do if I lost my sweater.