To be comfortable with self, you have to be comfortable in your own skin.

To be comfortable in your own skin, you have to be comfortable naked.

In order to be at peace with your self, to have to accept and live with your truths.

In order for any of this to have to be willing to bare your soul.

Under My Skin

It’s crazy how he gets under my skin; yet, I don’t mind.

I mean he makes smile, laugh and even blush at times. He doesn’t consume my mind but he’s always on it. Hence the reason I smile just because. He gives me great conversation with a side of banter.

He’s gotten under my skin so much that he has become a part of my day. He’s one of the first people I text good morning to, see how his day is going. He gets the I can’t stand you and you’re an asshole text quite often but it’s ok because it’s a part of our back and forth banter.

It’s crazy how he’s gotten under my skin but you know what? It’s all good because I don’t mind.

As he reads this I know he’s laughing because he knows this is about him.😜😂