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.