My co-worker, Tracy, asked to feel my arm today because “It looked soft”. I agreed, figuring as long as there wasn’t torso grope-age, I didn’t particularly care. As she basically proceeded to feel up my forearm, squeezing it gently, Leah started doing the same to my right arm. The remarked on how soft I was and how I had “baby-butt soft skin”.
I was laughing, because it was so absurd to me. I’m used to being round… I’ve been large(-er) for a while now, and I’m used to it. Tracy just seemed to be amazed at how kind of pleasant I felt.
It sounds so weird because it was, but I feel good about myself because they weren’t being rude, they just didn’t know what a round person felt like. As I thought about it, I am nice and soft. I may be rounder than I like right now, but I feel good. I’m squishy, but not lumpy. I’m soft, but not like pudding, like a comfortable firm pillow. I may be fat, but I’m fun to hug!
I’ve been groping myself all day, enjoying how soft I am. My tummy is fun to play with, my arms are nice to hold on to, my cheeks are fun to poke, and darnit, my boobs are just fun.
Feel free to virtually grope. I’ll share the softness!