Summary: An original fictional miniature about turning down an impressive but uncomfortable borrowed jacket, mending a familiar coat and choosing a better fit. It explores self-trust rather than reporting a real personal event.

The mirror wore a stranger's grin;
I pulled the borrowed jacket in.
The collar scratched, the buttons shone;
The shape was fine, but not my own.

Not my colour, not my size,
The shine won't make a good disguise.
Let the neat new promise go;
There's room in what I choose to show.

I left it hanging by the door,
And found the coat I'd worn before.
A missing button, faded thread,
But room to lift my arms instead.

Not my colour, not my size,
The shine won't make a good disguise.
Let the neat new promise go;
There's room in what I choose to show.

One button sewn, the collar down,
I took my own shape into town.