The comfort beast likes being stuck in its rut, exploiting your secret need to be taller, or slimmer, or have even skin. It fears when you try something new, but loves it when it looks good or feels good on you. The comfort beast also needs a lot of convincing to listen to anyone else's voice. Even if that voice is repeatedly telling you that buttery yellow is your color, the beast doesn't care. If the beast doesn t like it, you'll be hard pressed to find yourself in it.
Some people have their inner demons, much more serious ones.
I accept that, I really do. My inner demon is a beast that dictates my sense of style.