have i been comfortable in my own skin, at any point? i remember times where i have forgotten how uncomfortable i am. i remember times when i imagined that it might be possible to feel better. i remember moments when i have pretended to consider that i feel/will feel more comfortable, because another person is right there in front of me, insisting that i should. (these are the worst moments, when you have to hear someone else tell you that you’re better than you think you are, like, you know, they would know. for the ones that really mean it, their sincerity is devastating.) have i ever wanted to actually be in my own skin? i have done things that i am proud of, to be sure. but is that the same as wanting to be the person i am? is this even important? if i know what i think is good, and i try to do it, does it matter if i don’t want to be myself? very few (if any) people are affected by me being unhappy with me. this is what matters. this is what’s comfortable.