Fashion

Is there
anything here
that’s my size?
I fit into
nothing — 
too tight to most,
too loose to a very few.
Nothing feels right —
damn country with its
image role models.
I’m supposed to be
beautiful.  The offered styles
of crazy don’t contain me
and the preferred fashion
of talented is too large.
I swim in it. Almost drown in it,
constricted by the crazy
so I can’t move. I’m getting to 
prefer naked, though no one
else likes it.  But that’s me
being myself –what are we
thinking here when that
is considered past season
ugly?