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If My Denim Jacket Could Talk
It would say “Take me home”
I was born in a factory in the United Arab Emirates where a group of women sewed me together at record speed. They sized me perfectly and slapped a tiny label that read “S” for small. I had several brothers and sisters who were of different sizes. We didn’t have a name for the longest time and one day all of us were lined up and given a name. They named us “GAP” after the company that would eventually sell us.
I traveled along with thousands of my GAP siblings to the United States. Each of them went in different directions and I ended up at an outlet store in Ohio. It was the year 2000 or 2001.
The most tedious part of my life was my stay at the store. I would have hundreds and thousands of people walking past me, touching me, trying me out (ew, that body odor), and placing me back on the rack. Until one fine day when this young girl stopped by next to me. There was something special about her. It was love at first sight for both of us.
She tried me on and the decision was made. I was going home with her. I had met my first love, my true love. We both knew I was special because I was front and center in her life. Little did I know that being with her would result in traveling around the globe.
