What’s the oldest thing I’m wearing today?
A hoodie that’s been with me through five versions of myself.
It’s fraying at the cuffs, the zipper’s been replaced (twice), and there’s a burn mark near the pocket that reminds me not to reheat pizza while distracted.
It’s not stylish. It’s not flattering.
But it fits — not just my body, but my moods, my late-night spirals, my early-morning focus bursts.
It’s been worn through writing deadlines, coding sprints, breakdowns, rebuilds, and 3 a.m. snack runs that solved nothing and everything at once.
The oldest thing I’m wearing isn’t just a hoodie.
It’s a witness.
-Ja(y)


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