{insecurity}

I'd thought I'd come to terms with my insecurity long ago. Not so. I still feel it. I still feel unsure and uncomfortable in my own skin. Not always, but enough. What will it take to change that? What magical potion can I brew to drink in the moments when I doubt my own self-worth?

I can cover up all I want. Make-up can only hide, it cannot heal. Neither can the black clothes and the phony smile. Do you accept me the way I am? Understand me? What is it about me that you don't like?

And why do I care?