Ugh just noticed my typo. Should read …“clothing OUT of my closet…” but you get the gist. It’s truly shocking the amount of t-shirts I had gathered from H&M over the years. And when I tried one on it barely cleared my navel. Apparently, I spent most of my early twenties with a cold bellybutton and a self-esteem problem that could only be silenced with graphic t-shirts involving the words ‘saloon’ and ‘malt liquor’.