Feb. 14, 2018 was the only day I wore these leggings.
After that day, I washed them and they have sat folded on my dresser. I never put them away. I would glance at them every so often. I didn’t know what to do with them. I couldn’t wear them again. I couldn’t throw them out or donate them. After almost three years, I’ve turned them into something I will hang in my classroom. Something that will be a reminder of strength, trauma, loss & resilience.
To some who see it in my room, it will just look like a pretty piece of art. To others, it might seem out of place. To a small few, it will be a reminder of that day.
These are more than just leggings. They hold on to the memories of that day. Even though they’ve been washed, there is something permanent in the fabric.