Sometimes in the morning, when I’m lying in bed, before I haul myself up to go to the gym, I look down at my stomach and touch my hip bones. I’m still amazed by them. Amazed that I have them (I mean, of course I have them) because I can actually see and feel them a bit. Amazed that all the work I’ve put in has revealed them. Amazed that my body’s finally taking on some feminine shapes and shadows after all these years of androgynous blobhood.
I kinda feel like I’m going through puberty again: My body changing so much that I sometimes don’t recognize it, feeling a little uncomfortable in my own skin and learning how to love this new, womanlier version of me.