Skin
When you don't even have the shirt that used to be on your back, all at once just having your body is beautiful. A bright, red wool sock is gorgeous because it reminds you of Christmastime and the Little House On A Prairie books. Your black-black party dress of raw silk is scrumptious because it makes you think of your Chinese boarding-school friend, Grace Chen, and her glossy hair and very neat dorm room. Your lost gray hoodie wasn't worth much, except that wearing it transported you to your younger, smooth-bodied track-team self who could easily run a six-minute mile as a warm up, barefoot.