About six years ago, I got a hat.
It was the most beautiful hat I had ever seen.
I have no idea where it came from. But there it was.
A gorgeous hat.
I was never really a hat person, but whatever.
I popped it on my head and was immediately disappointed.
God it was so pretty.
But it hurt. A lot.
And it didn't fit well.
And I had absolutely nothing in my closet that worked with it.
So I scrounged through the box to see where it had come from so perhaps I could exchange it for something that fit me a little better.
Maybe I really wasn't a hat person after all.
"No returns or exchanges," the note said.
Considering I'd have been stumped by much more in my lifetime, I wasn't going to let a hat confuse me. So, I forced it on my head and went about my business.
After awhile, I saw a bunch of other women wearing the same damn one.
A few looked like me, tugging at it constantly, hiding behind it, even trying to stuff it in their bags, to no avail.
Awkward was an understatement.
Then I ran into a few women who looked amazing.
"So, I have to ask you - Did your hat hurt like hell at first? Because I'm not sure I can wear this for much longer," I told them.
"Yeah, it takes a little getting used to," said one.
"That's an understatement," another giggled.
"Mine hurt like hell for the first year. But now it fits like a glove, " said the third.
A year? Seemed like a long time to mess with a hat.
But they all looked so good in it.
So I did what I could. I put it on all the time. I bought new clothes to match it.
I wore it proudly. Though I'd often get odd stares.
I can't say it always felt right.
But I just got used to it. And it just sort of became a part of me. I even started to feel naked without it.
A couple of years later another one arrived. Then another.
Even though they're a little different than that first one, they still look pretty much the same.
And now I know how to wear them, or at least, make them work so they don't look like they're wearing me.
Sometimes I even wear more than one.
I don't expect the hat deliveries will ever stop. The new styles, yes, but updated versions of my original ones - they'll keep coming, as I've learned.
And I'll do my best to rotate them into my wardrobe, trying to figure out how to wear them just like I did with that very first one, hoping it doesn't take me as long to adjust before another one arrives.
I can't say I ever thought much about hats.
But now I really like them.
And I think they fit me quite well.
In fact, I'm not sure I'd recognize myself without one.