Latex

My internal ‘envier’ does not take much to be aroused. I have my insecurity to thank for that. At this point my insecurities feel like a latex, full bodysuit…that I’m required to wear underneath all of my clothes, daily. So…it now knows every inch of me. And because it’s hidden from the view of others, I’ve been able to buy into my false sense of superiority. The saddest part about this truth is…everyone wears some version of these suits…and the majority stay hidden. The only reason the suits of some women become visible to me…is because I look for them.