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I Could Be a Perfectly Normal Woman
… if I went back in time. Maybe.
Sometimes you don’t realize how weird you are until somebody points it out.
Today, somebody pointed it out.
My friend Berlin stopped in today.
She knows I’ve been having some bad days lately. Grief is an unpredictable thing, and I’ve been struggling with it.
So Berlin came by to offer a little moral support and probably to check on me.
When she arrived, I was indulging in one of my favorite self-care routines, lolling around in a claw-footed tub full of water hot enough to scald a chicken. I despise cold weather. It makes everything worse.
When I realized she was in my house, I hopped out and pulled my nightgown back on.
If you were putting together costumes for a movie and you wanted to convey zero sexiness for one of your characters, this would be the exact nightgown you would choose.
It’s long and turtlenecked, made of a thick plaid flannel that goes down to my ankles. A woman wearing this nightgown could be an underwear model with a concave belly or she could be pregnant and you’d never know either way.
