Poetry: Comfortable in my own skin

It’s taken me years to be

Comfortable in my own skin

Too many demons plagued me,

Both from outside and within.

I tried to change;

That only led to illness.

My size was never good enough

Nor was my chosen dress.

Once I realised,

At long last,

There’s no pleasing everyone,

I left attempts at conformity in the past.

I am finally free

To truly be me, both outside and in,

The me I was meant to be,

And I am comfortable in my own skin.