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you've always worn ill-fitting clothes.
from the earliest days of the server to now, you can't remember a time when you haven't. when you arrived on that plot of land (that would soon be more than just that), met new and old friends and decided to give it a name, an outfit was waiting for you. it was well sewn with golden accents and you liked the hat. even though it didn't fit, and the cape dragged behind you and the hat covered your eyes sometimes. tommy was loud about his hat, about his cape. but you didn't want to complain or upset the others. so you continued to wear it like everyone else did.
it's okay. by now you're used to wearing ill-fitting clothes.
when the time came for the electoral results, you were seated waiting for the speech to follow. you weren't necessarily expecting a victory, even if pog2020 were to lose. things would just go back to normal, maybe you'd explore the forests and beaches outside of the country. live in a little cottage with your friends, in comfortable clothes and a well built house. sadly, you found yourself on the stage with people you didn't know. rapidly after you wore a suit that felt heavy and tight around your chest. you couldn't take it off so you just continued to wear it.
for now, you'll just have to get used to wearing ill-fitted clothes.
you remember when wilbur stitched your presidential suit for you. you noticed very early on that it was too big for you, with sleeves that had to be folded twice and heavy shoulder pads. you wondered if the suit was always meant for you or if wilbur saw you as bigger than you actually were. you didn't have the heart to tell him. when tommy stood opposite you, refusing to act like he was supposed to. clinging onto his old worn t-shirt, telling you continuing to wear your suit was a choice. you felt angry and did so for a long time. you kept your suit until the debris and fights made it worn.
you don't remember what normal clothing feels like. you've always worn ill-fitting clothes.
in the cold weather of snowchester, you tailored your own clothes. a wedding dress for your marriage and the coat you needed to stay warm. you'd sometimes get your own measurements wrong. your husband also succumbed to that habit. that made it slightly more okay. you stopped minding it at some point. tommy was the same as ever, but you began to see that he was like you. you stopped being angry at him. in your home you began making clothes for michael. you always made sure they were right for him.
you'll always wear ill-fitting clothes but at least you won't be the only one.