comfortable...

I find that I am most confident in my abilities when I wear red sweatpants, a maroon Cabela's coat, a lightweight backpack on my back, and my hair in a half ponytail secured with a diamond barrete (spelling?). The outfit doesn't fit together well, but I fit well in it. On days like that I can walk slowly with a sort of comfortable slumping yet erect gait, my hands hooked in my pockets, sauntering down the hallways without worrying what others think.

Days like that are good days. I feel completely comfortable with who I am. I like these days.