Today I wondered what it would be like to be comfortable in my own skin. This is not a new thought nor a sudden wish, just a moment in which I recognise my lunacy and constant interrogation of myself. I have carried it around like a lot of female creatures my whole life but it gets tiring and complicated and eventually not important when somebody loves you just the way you are. All flawed and raw.
Confidence and authenticity not narcissism, that is the balance..because really, nobody likes a show off!