I am always conscious of how much my belly protrudes and low it hangs, how some stationary objects in everyday life interact. Like a latch on gate that once grazed below then brushed underside of gut and now buries into flub below my bellybutton. Countertops, table, lower cabinet doors, low railing my belly currently brushes. Pinching on edge of desk, how many stairs are obscured, and underwear, touching steering wheel when braking, now kissing.
Trying on old clothes is always a treat. Also what the underhang will hold starting with pens and markers way back when, hides a pack of cigarettes, will hold an empty soda can, almost has enough weight to pin a full. Hide a 20oz bottle... Goal is a whole 2 liter.
My own hands make fair measurements of growth, use to be able to touch the crease with fingertips with thumb in bellybutton now can't quite curl under fat roll. Reaching beyond lowest curve, soon won't be able to cup in my palm anymore. Going to miss that when I'm grabbing the sides in order to lift for proper rinse in shower.
Future goal is to one day strain myself reaching bellybutton to poke with finger and jiggle. Nevermind being able to touch the flub hanging below let alone easily reach underneath. Got about length of my hand from wrist to fingertips to grow. Other goals include belly plopping on floor between thighs when doing stretches. Filling sink, bounce and sway against thighs, someday fill my lap.
1 year