Not out of the woods yet

But I know there's a clearing somewhere

Morning darklings,

As I write this, I look four months pregnant. Well, I would if I didn’t have a corset strapping me in to remake a shape that I once was. It’s in the name of keeping my ribs from subluxing more than they have, not out of vanity. Though, seeing one’s shape change in a matter of minutes is distressing, harrowing, some other very dramatic …