Confession

Thank you for making us physical beings. Beings that can reach out and touch each other and sip tea and feel the icy wind down our backs. Thank you for giving us form and shape–hard elbows and velvety cheeks and also, yes, also, tummies–warm and round, soft and plump–goodness in my gut.

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“My weight is my love; by it I am carried wherever I am carried.” Augustine, Confessions