I have a favorite baseball cap. It is beat up and broken in…and to me it is beautiful. It smells good, familiar. And it feels good. If for some reason I ever lose all my hair, it will be the one I will choose to place on my bald head. We fit each other. It doesn’t care what I’m wearing. It doesn’t care if I do my hair or put on my makeup. It just lets me be me. Comfy. Real. I’ll share my peanut M&M’s with you, but the cap is mine…:-)
