Last night I was lying in bed on my left side; softening my focus, slowing my breathing, letting my body calm down; and my left hand wrapped under my right arm. It came to rest on the slightly sharper curve of my ribs as they wrap around the back and go up to the back bone. 

I’ve laid like this before, but last night, for some reason, they weren’t just ribs, they were my ribs: the very human bones that protect this body’s incredibly delicate breathing apparatus. The bones are just like any of the other bones in my body. This thing that holds my face up which hides my scared brain behind it. 

My body has ribs. It’s ok to have ribs. I’ve known they were there, and, now I feel them.