For a long time I was trying to be something I’m not.
Then again for a long time I didn’t even know who I was.
I kept trying on different skins to see what I liked best
but nothing fit quite right. Either too big or too small,
or itchy like wool, or so thin I felt too exposed for my own comfort.

It took me a long time to realize my own bare bones
suited me better than any stretched out,
over used idea of any person ever would.

Now I am raw and slightly confused, but at least I can claim this  skeleton as mine and no one else’s.