It had taken Jayce a long time to feel utterly at home in his own skin. It could be quite poetic to describe his self-love journey to healing and acceptance as built upon years of hurt—physically, mentally, emotionally, even spiritually. But as a twenty-four year old, Jayce could confidently say that he knew himself and his body well enough that he could rock any look.
But right now, staring at himself in a full suit and tie, he felt ridiculous.
The suit itself was of great quality, a Prada pin on the necktie adding just a little something to the plain black and white outfit. But Jayce hadn't worn something like this in a while, something that made him look like he was going to a funeral, or a wedding.
He had no time to change though (not that he could change since the party invitatio
