Ugh… I feel terrible.

I ruined a birthday party simply by arriving late. 😔💔

A perfect example of how belly inflation complicates my real life — especially my sense of time. ⏳🎈

And yet…

inflating myself like a balloon before every social event is the only thing that truly calms my nerves. 😌✨

It slows me down, softens the world, and pulls me back into my body. 💭💋

Maybe I arrive late…

but when I finally do, I arrive fully. 🎈🔥

Soft. Grounded. Deeply present.

Unapologetically me. 😌💦💖