Pricetag

            You buy a brand new shirt. It’s a nice fit for your physique, maybe you’ve toned up a bit since the last time you went clothes shopping and needed something that would fit properly. Everyone compliments you and your new shirt, the style of it and how you look in it. It has no holes in it, stains or any other ware about it; you love your new piece of clothing.

            Keep wearing the shirt and washing it excessively and the color comes out a bit and finally a thread comes loose. The thread bothers you so you pick at it and pull out a stitching, making a tiny hole in it. The shine is gone from it and you start wearing older shirts in the closet again.

            The new shirt becomes just one of your other shirts. No more do you see why you liked the shirt, realizing that it was just because it was new and you were sick of everything else in your wardrobe. It lingers in your closet, only used for days you do laundry on and you have nothing else to wear.

            You grow back into your old shirts and lose the tone look your body had when you went shopping last time. They feel comfortable and even though they are less desirable to be seen in, you are happy that they still fit. A feeling of remorse comes over you when seeing the old-new shirt in the back of your closet and you think of how nice you used to look, especially while wearing it.

            Eventually you fold it up and put it into a container. You’ll either give it away to someone else or just let it sit in a part of your basement. It will sit there, all the slight imperfections and very little color left in it, useless to all.