And Very Comforting - Tumblr Posts

I'm laying here. I'm by myself. Breathing. Feeling the air touch my body. Feeling its shape. I'm noting the... lack of discomfort... Trying to see if that familiar unpleasant feeling will come, but not finding it. Thinking back, to when I was younger, and being alone with my thoughts was something I avoided at all costs, because it made it harder to ignore the way I felt about my body. And noting that that feeling is now entirely absent. There is no dysphoria. None. I feel... correct. At home, in my body. I can't conjure that feeling of disconnection even when I'm actively thinking about it. I just feel... embodied. A round peg in a round hole. The lack of discomfort is almost disorienting. But not at all unwelcome. Five years to get here.