I'm pretty sure I have an Inner Bear. I'm also dead certain that he looks like this:
I have no idea why he's male, however. Though it is nice having a man inside me, all the time. Plus it justifies me having him as my Mancandy Monday, so that it's less like I fancy myself and more like I fancy a three foot tall bear with dead eyes and chocolate round its gob.
Until it turns, goblin-shapeshifter-like, into six foot tall Alex O'Loughlin without a shirt:
There's an awful mess when he bursts out of me like in Alien. But he's worth it.