fit like a glove

i have so much to share from this past weekend about new experiences in this new life, but i have only a few minutes so the long post will have to wait. in the meantime, i wanted to share two pictures from my weekend trip. 

for the first time in i don't know how long, a hotel bathrobe fit me, and fit me well. it's hard to overstate the excitement of that moment for me. there's so much about it that feels significant.

and only a few steps from the robe was the very bathtub mitchell and i tried to enjoy together on one weekend trip there. aside from each of our own body shame in that moment, there was also the physical challenges of us both being in that tub and getting out was dangerous and scary. a little funny (at least now we half-laugh about it), but it was a bad moment. as the water drained out, it acted as suction and we literally couldn't get out. we struggled for several minutes to maintain a firm footing on the slippery tub while getting out one a time. 

it's not a good memory and a visual i wish i could erase on one hand for how awkward and unflattering and shameful it all felt. on the other hand, i want never to forget it so i always remember where we've come from.