Letting Myself Go

I don't wear makeup, haven't for a while. I'm letting myself go.

I can't remember the last time I curled my hair or did anything special with it. I'm letting myself go.

My clothes are hand-me-downs, ill-fitted and holey. I'm letting myself go.

I move my body, but I still eat heartily, so I've gained weight. I'm letting myself go.

I'm letting myself go? No---Or, Yes.

I'm letting myself... go be myself.

I'm letting myself go be free of extra time spent not enriching my mind and my talents.

I'm letting myself go be happy with the unenhanced beauty of my body. 

And inasmuch as perfection could never be achieved in this, I'm letting myself go and be.