How light this body feels. Waking up each morning steadfastly bound inside the inner dip of a childhood bed. Kittens curled, their furry tails a perpetual question mark by the window.
Not lost, tripping in that starry realm some women get pulled in. "Entire arias composing inside her head", this body is finally mine, and this choice, to try, harder and deeper every day.
A year later, and I am now finally full here, here, and here (spoken while gesturing to the head, the heart, the stomach, in that order). We can hold hands and move on.
A happy New Year to everyone!

