And my Father had to ask me where my feet/legs had
disappeared to, ‘feetless at this moment.’ I told him. Shaking his head, he walks away with an amused look on his face as all
grownups seem inclined to do, as if to say “Kids these days!”
Somewhere in my mind, the reluctance to venture back into
skinny jeans and tailored blouses has nothing to do with the struggle to attain
a fuller look, I’m just hell bent on feeling spring/summer through every pore
on my skin.