“I wear my mind on my sleeve, I have a history of losing my shirt.”

“I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peak at.”

“I wear my faith on my sleeve."~R. Alan Woods [2012]”

“Can you take off your shirt?”I couldn’t see Rachel clearly on the other side of my truck’s cab. My eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness of my secret make-out hideout. But I could hear herlaughing her ass off. “Not even for Sean.”“Well, we have to make it look good somehow. Do you mind if I take off mine? My dad says I look like sex on a stick with my shirt off.”“Knock yourself out.”I started to pull my shirt over my head. I was used to wearing T-shirts. When it wouldn’t give, I remembered I was wearing something Sean-like. As I unbuttoned it, Iasked, “Want to make a bet how long it takes him to get out here?”

“I’m not my name. My name is something I wear, like a shirt. It gets worn. I outgrow it, I change it.”

“Was I wearing my 'I'm done with my virginity, please get rid of it for me' T-shirt?”