By Mariann Martland in The Mighty.
This is a love letter to all those for whom showering is repeatedly a laborious exercise, physically, emotionally or both.
To those who spend days putting it off because you know just how exhausting or painful it feels, right down to your bones, just to stand under the water for that long.
Those who do not feel refreshed upon stepping out of the steam, but rather feel like they’ve run a long, arduous race, only there’s nobody there to greet you at the finish line with your medal, because damnit, there is no finish line.
This is your medal.
This is your letter of achievement or recognition or love.
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