Comfortable in My Own skin...

… is a phrase that I can’t stand!!!!
I mean, of course I’m comfortable in my own skin!
Duh, it’s my skin! Who else’s skin would I be comfortable in?
What, I’m some kinda ghoul that creeps around trying other people’s skin on?
And another thing: like, comfortable? Is that all we’re supposed to be aiming for? Comfortable? Like, old sweatpants comfortable?
How about hottie-hot-hot in your own skin!
How about excited about learning what your body can do?
Excited in your own skin!
I mean, for a phrase that is So Overused and supposed to be all like Girl Power and loving your self as you are, let’s, like, have a phrase that actually expresses love! Not just, “meh, it’s comfortable”.
Sometimes, when I’m at home getting dressed for ballet, tights-leo-shortyshorts, sometimes if I’m feeling lumpy or blobby or fatty-fat, I add a t-shirt. Not a huge one, just a little something cute to cover up. And I know, I know, no-one is looking at me, no one cares, everybody’s into their own thing, no one notices, but it’s not even about other people, it’s just I don’t wanna be distracted during class thinking, ‘Oh Girl you is looking a little more sturdy than usual tonight.’ So, t-shirt on.
And then, get to class, do like two barre exercises, and that shirt comes right off.
It’s too hot, and suddenly I don’t feel blobbly anymore anyway. Nothing’s different from when I put the shirt on, just now my body can’t possibly look bad because it’s working.
Working looks good.

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