It doesn’t fit me very well.
It certainly doesn’t suit me.
I didn’t choose it.
But it hangs there all the same.
Drab, scruffy, forever getting in my way.
I’ve worn it since childhood.
It’s terribly tight now.
In truth, I’ve outgrown it.
Yet somehow it clings to me with a passion!
One day I’ll rip it off and replace it with a brand new outfit,
A bold, snazzy number that brings out the colour of my eyes!
But until then, I’ll make do.
I can still dance in it after all, even if my steps are a bit constrained.
And isn’t that what counts?
Ultimately I know it’s just an outer layer,
And underneath I’m still fully me, still fully free.
Untarnished, undiminished and beautiful.
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