Today I was tickled by tall prairie grass. It was as if it were trying to reach for me, to swallow me whole. I would go willingly, content at being sweetly tickled until the earth stops turning. It made me feel small, in the best way possible.

(Turkeys are really ugly.)

Today I felt something different, something new. It was the absence of something that I never thought I could ever be without. I can't say that I'm happy about it; happy would never be the word. It's almost as if I exhaled something more than smoke in one big deep breath, and truth be told I feel even lighter than I appear in true physical form. Do I really seem that small to you?

Lately I've been forced to rethink and reanalyze body image, mine. Compliments help. I'm beginning to enjoy those once again. But as it always has been, it's another work in progress. Maybe someday I'll believe you; I'd like to think so.