27.6.12

Le Temps de L'amour

I feel comfortable
in my skin.
A prolonged feeling of this,
which has never happened.


I usually hate how I look,
I care too much, and 
am influenced too heavily.


I'm channeling Mica Tenenbaum's
hair vibes


and Sarah Demarest's 
body vibes.


And I do not give a fuck.


I will wear what I want,
be who I am.


So what if maybe I look funny
to people.


So what if I wear a hipster triangle skirt,
messy hair,
or too much jewelry?
Or even my shitty homemade jewelry-
who cares, because I love it.


I am comfortable enough
to lie on my bed 
before putting on my pajamas.


I am ok with shorty shorts
and a tank top-
even in front of the guy I like.


I'm sorry to rant about camp
(it was a truly life-altering experience)
but I gained a lot of confidence there,
I sort of learned not to give any fucks
to people who don't matter.


People did not judge me,
people encouraged me to
wear a two-piece bathing suit.
Sarah told me "Every body is a bikini body."


I will rock whatever style I choose,
I will not care about other people
say.


I have gained that insight.

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