How Baby

“Can I read this week’s How Baby?” Momo asked, a few minutes ago. No, no, sweetheart. Not this one. Not until you’re older.

I’ve never felt truly right in my body, even before Momo came around and renovated the place into something unrecognizable. I’ve been making steps towards it, and honestly they’ve been pretty big strides: I’ve had surgeries, I weightlift, I eat better (not a diet – just better), I dress more in line with how I see myself… all good things, all in the right direction.

But the only time that noise inside my head is truly, completely quiet… is when my body bends lovingly towards what it was made for. Not made in the Divine sense, but in the way what I’ve experienced has re-formed it for one purpose I could never have imagined before knowing her.

When she comes up for a hug and I can feel her sink against me in relief. When she cuddles up against me in bed to gossip and vent. When I reach back in the car and her soft little hand closes around mine. When she’s sick and I carry her little body in mine. I remember so clearly my mom talking about her body negatively when I was little, and being so confused because, to me, her body was perfect. It was everything I needed. I think of that when my softness and my broadness is Momo’s most comfortable place. When the slope of my poor deflated boob is exactly the place her head rests, or the roundness of my shoulders tells of how many years I’ve looked down at her, for her, in service to her, in love with her.

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HOUSEKEEPIN’

The first convention of the season is coming up! It’s VancouFur, where I’ve gotten one of the spaces in the Artist Alley on March 7-8. It’s my first furry convention! I’ve always wanted to give one a shot; but despite being generally furry-positive, an anthro artist I have sadly never been. But thanks to Momo’s (…and my) trip through Warrior Cats fandom and subsequent art I’ve made to please her, I finally feel justified in attending this year. 😀 If you’re there, come say hi!

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TRANSCRIPT / ALT TEXT

This comic is a collage of images of Lindsay carrying, supporting, cuddling, etc. Momo during different times in their life, from pregnancy to the present. The central box reads ‘the only time I feel at home in my body is when you feel at home with me’.