Today I was standing in an elevator and went "bing" and the sound tasted like holding a small, flattened oval of a brass bell in my mouth.
Fat dance class started again, and my knee hurt a lot. I decided that I love fat dance and my knee enough to go be mean right back to some physical therapists if they are mean to me. I was too cold walking back to my car after fat dance, and it felt luxurious. In an hour and a half, I will be forty years old. It's still real hard to be a person, to be vulnerable, to be scared and angry a lot of the time, to figure out how to care for myself and be part of a community. But I'm proud of all these years I've collected. I did a pretty good job.
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