My boobs fit fine today. The shirt's a little snug, ever so slightly. But today I'm wearing my body like it's mine.

My therapist and I were reminded that maybe I haven't been sitting firmly in my body this week because jetlag. Yesterday I described the feeling as "skittering over the surface". Today I'm feeling a little more grounded. Also, not in the mood for pants; enjoying a floppy little skirt instead.