Tue, 12/23/2014 - 13:40 -- kat0548


I wear confidence like a fancy leather jacket crafted from Italy.

The jacket covers any imperfections I might want to hide that day-

Anywhere from fat rolls to pit stains.

As I put it on in the morning,

I feel like I have life figured out for the day.

I embody that confidence even though the ugliness of fear, denial

And the constant struggle of “am I good enough?” lingers underneath.

But that’s ok.

For the day, I have the confidence to say “I am good enough”

Because I strut around, owning my confidence

Nobody has to see what’s under my leather jacket.


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