I keep catching myself lifting my shirt
Just to see
Just to feel how different I look lately
How round my belly’s gotten
How soft everything feels
It’s kind of surreal
Like I blinked and things shifted
A little more curve here
A little more stretch there
And suddenly my favorite shirt doesn’t fall the same way anymore
I don't know if it was one meal
Or a hundred tiny moments
But the changes snuck up on me
Soft and slow
Like a dream you only notice once you're fully inside it
Sometimes I stand there in the mirror
Lifting the fabric
Pressing into the fullness
Half curious
Half amused
And a little tempted to keep going
Just to see how far it’ll go
How much I can grow without even realizing it
I don’t have all the answers
But I know this
It feels good
Really good
And a little addictive
Still growing
Still softening
Still playing with how far I can take this