20th Tree Planted
I am noticing changes.
Not in my energy levels, nor in my strength.
But every now and then I catch a glimpse of my reflection,
And I almost don't recognise myself.
I appear to be consuming less space.
And I wonder: is my stomach somehow protruding less?
I dare not try on those jeans.
Of which I own numerous sizes.
Yet none of which fit.
The last time I tried to squeeze my puffy, swollen, oversized body into the largest variant, the "flight" response kicked in as soon as I realised it simply wasn't going to accommodate me.
Only I couldn't flee; because I was stuck.
Trapped within a web of unforgiving denim.
Refusing to budge in either direction.
But today I felt brave.
Or perhaps stupid,
But lets go with brave.
In went my feet, ankles, calves... so far so good.
The denim even gave way for my thighs, butt, and hips.
Is this for real?
Yes.
Reality hit with full force as I tried to fasten the front. These jeans will not be engulfing my tummy today.
Not today; but some day.
And I am okay with that.
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