You're a fat little nugget. Which is weird, because you will spend most of your adult life unsuccessfully trying to gain weight. You are so fat, in fact, that your family will start calling you Shaker Shooney because when you move, your fat shakes. Even though you are now what your community refers to as a "twink," your sister and your aunt and uncle still calls you Shoons. Baby steps. Haha, no pun intended.
Mom tells me you're a biter. No, not on your siblings. You'll learn to attack them with your elbows and a misguided pair of scissors. No, you bite her when you're feeding. But she will never scold you for that. Because she's a beautiful mother and she's done this with two other kids already.
You don't know it now, but you are about to have one of the best childhoods any kid could want. Your brother's rebellious phase is looming on the horizon, your dad is about to have his mid-life crisis and quit his job, and your sister's period is only a short seven years away, but for right now, you can breathe. Breathing is something you don't always remember to do when you get older.
All my love that I am capable of giving,
You in 24 Years
Forgiving the Body Which Grows My Wings (Part I)
June 6, 2016
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