I'm going to be honest, because I think most men in my position have never said this out loud.
I work in consulting. Client meetings, presentations, three cities in a week when it's busy. My mornings start at 6am. I train four times a week. I take how I look seriously, not out of vanity, but because in my work, the first thirty seconds matter.
For seven years, I could not find a dress shirt that survived a Tuesday.
The moment I remember most: a boardroom in Frankfurt, 9am. I had been wearing the shirt for ninety minutes. I reached across the table to pass a document and felt the fabric pull tight across my shoulders, then the hem drag free from my waistband. I sat back and I knew. I spent the rest of that meeting thinking about my shirt instead of my client.
What I did not know yet was why it kept happening.