Comfortable in my own skin.

It has taken quite a bit of time for me to be comfortable in my own skin. People say that your late teens and early twenties are the best years of your life, but I really have to disagree. Frankly, I found them confusing, hormonal, emotional and incredibly hard to navigate. Really, I started having a great time about 25 when I discovered I could provide for myself and that I really was an adult and I could make my own decisions. This led to one slightly wild summer, and a much better understanding of who I am and what I want. Finally, on the brink of 27, I feel like I'm comfortable in my own skin.

Speaking of comfortable in my own skin, these people certainly are. Now I'm a fan of no clothes when its appropriate, and I can even understand the appeal of nudist colonies for some, but I'll be damned if I can say I'd be comfortable in an Easter bonnet while I was nude and enjoying a fine dinner in Manhattan. Go figure.