Getting Hugged

I worry a lot about what I am. I worry about the shape I am, the space I take up, and the way I do it.

I worry a lot about getting hugged. When it happens to me, what does the other person feel? How much of me can they gauge? How much more than I can?

I worry about changing my clothes when nobody's looking. What do I look like in those moments?

After long nights of sitting at my desk staring at paper, while I fall asleep, I try to dream about getting hugged: about tens and then dozens and then hundreds of people tossing their arms around me, 

Feeling me, 

Knowing what my body is 

And the shape that it makes.