I’ve been noodling around about happiness (I’m… possibly… content???? I view this with enormous suspicion, but also: I might be????) and embodiment a whole bunch, since when you’re recovering from surgery and can only handle tasks on the level of, “retrieve an ice pack and watch TV while on industrial strength painkillers”, and also you’re super thrilled about it, you think like
a whole lot
about it
ALSO I am gonna write up an actual post about top surgery, complete with gooey pictures of my nips; watch this space