I was never a Hollister girl. For awhile, I did do the Abercrombie thing, but I was like 22, and Hollister just seemed way too young for me. Everything was short and tiny and vaguely sheer. I may have indulged in a clearance tshirt with silver thread and butterflies once. Maybe.

But there’s this one sweatshirt… It lives in my closet (or, more frequently, on the chair in my bedroom), and it says “Hollister,” all loud and proud. My coworker gave me this sweatshirt about five years ago. Her daughter had grown out of it. …Her 12 year old daughter.

So yes, friends. When I’m feeling particularly lazy about getting dressed and looking presentable, I, a 28 year-old woman, consistently rock a sweatshirt with an obnoxious brand name across the chest, in bright teal letters, that was a hand-me-down from a 12 year old girl.

I have no shame.

(I also still take bathroom mirror shots. Don’t judge.)