An old white dress shirt. (Do you use "dress shirt" for those that happen to have buttons?) I am here laying down on my bed. Wearing an old white (not really, but it makes me feel old) dress shirt. It's a little big on me, it's uncomfortable and probably need some ironing if you will. I only wore it some months ago ( and today) and that happened because my aunt bought it to me and I couldn't say "Hey, aunty. It's O.K if you want to spend this money on this ugly white dress shirt for me, but I'd prefer you not to". I know it sounds rude but sometimes is good to imagine these things. Still, this old white dress shirt is on me, spending time with my body, feeling indestructible and pretty. And the reason why I'm not changing it yet it's just because I don't have anything else to wear and I'm to lazy to do the laundry.