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else’s opinion on them.
The standing women’s large sagging breasts swayed with impossibility after every push down the sitting’s spine. The sitting had let every single roll of her stomach pooch out to it’s limit. Moreover, they were laughing like hyenas. The had not a care in the world, rather only the time to care about one another.
It moved me, it placated me, it humbled me.
It did not however stop me in my tracks, as to gawk at two complete strangers as they’re trying to bathe is very creepy. What I saw in a passing glance was more than enough.
For the rest of the spa, through the sauna and the steam room. I found myself smiling from ear to ear. Everything about the bathhouse had changed. These women weren’t waiting to strike, they were living their lives. All around me women of all heights, body types, some with massive labias, ones with hairy stomachs, some with only areolas on their petite breasts. Everything under the sun not only existed here, but coexisted. These women felt comfortable and even safe in their own bodies here. Maybe once the steam evaporated, and their watches came off, things would be different, but for now there’s an overwhelming wash of love; for each other, the hot water, and themselves.
My smile lasted all the way through the drive to Milk Tavern place afterwards. I took this night not just as an important dog ear for positivity, body and self. I also made a note to remind myself of my own privilege and remembering I am a white, cis-passing, trans woman who has had surgery, and to think about so many others who were none of those things but deserved to feel the way I did now.
I sipped my extra large milkshake and patted my flab the whole way home.
Listen to: “Soft Shock” by The Yeah Yeah Yeahs