body before
I buttoned up a pair of my old pants today. They were the biggest pants I used to wear. In my lightest time I could pull them off without unbuttoning them. I bought them when I was my un-pregnant fattest. Today I tugged on them until they came together, indenting my waist on the way. But I! am! in! my! pre-pregnant! pants! Technically.
But it’s amazing, the body returning. Sutures fastening, hips folding back toward one another, skin cells shrinking or disappearing or whatever they do to subtract again. Only seven weeks ago my body, like an accordian, exhaled a baby. And now it’s collapsing. We are collapsible, adaptable.
