Itty Bitty

This post is the complete opposite of this post. 

As I write, I am sitting on my bed, curled up in a ball with my knees tucked up against my chest. My arms are wrapped around my legs, hands on the keyboard, body scrunched in the littlest of ways. This is a completely unfamiliar, newly comfortable position.

It's been a long, long time since I've had the room for my legs here against my body, since my belly's has been small enough. Since my thighs have been able to rest this close together.

I feel almost...small.

I look down and I see the folds, the flab, the fat, sure. I know I still have a ways to go, my brain trips on the valleys and mountains.

But for once, I feel kind of itty bitty.

I may or may not feel beautiful.