Definitely so threadbare that it looks translucent when held up to the light. Preferably emblazoned with the logo of a charity fun run you participated in against your will during Thanksgiving weekend 2006. The neckline is so stretched out it looks agape, probably at how long you’ve managed to make such a cheaply made cotton tee last.
When you first got the T-shirt, you thought, “Oh, ok, this’ll be good to sleep in.” Sleep turned into lounging, which turned into cleaning, which turned into, “I just got home from work, better rip those Muggle clothes off and put on the T-shirt for the next 12 hours.” Usually paired with the $50 workout pants you never wear to work out in (more on those later), the T-shirt is the centerpiece of your home wardrobe. It’s seen you through closet cleaning purges, regular toothpaste drippings, and the entire five seasons of Breaking Bad.
There’s a small hole near the hem on the right side, one you try mightily to ignore when it reminds you of the shirt's — and your own — mortality.