Every morning starts the same way. Before I even think about food… before I fully wake up… I reach down under the covers and place my hand on my belly. It’s instinctive hihih 🥰 Almost like I need to check that it’s really there.

That soft, heavy reminder of everything I’ve become. It’s warm from the night, swollen from everything I ate before falling asleep. Sometimes it’s round and tight. Other times, it spills softly to the sides. But every time… it makes me pause 🥵

I run my fingers across the surface, Feel the weight, the stretch, the way it moves under my hand. And for a few seconds, I just breath, listening to how even that small effort makes my chest rise, my ribs shift, my breath catch 🥵 It grounds me. And it excites me because I know exactly why it feels this way, What I did to deserve it... And what I still plan to do 🤫