God I love the way it rests against the bed. Sensitive underbelly, already so heavy and engorged, wobbling tenderly as I settle it between my legs, placing it gently to rest on the mattress.
To be completely honest, it’s not really resting yet. Just touching. But that only makes me more desperate for the day when it sits there so heavy it dips the mattress. My heavy hang of fat. Unmanageable. Copious. Too much. When I eat, when I stuff myself in the evenings, desperately piling fat on my body with blushing cheeks, it’s with this image in mind. 🥵