As you all may know, I named my pouch/new stomach/sleeve “Baby Jane” for its lovely way of swinging from moods and foods like a crazed, nearly forgotten child star.
So it seems fitting that I’d also name my belly button.
It’s a train of thought (albeit not a great one) but stick with me here.
I’ve pretty much always been a chub. Still am. And around the 6th grade I lost contact with my belly button. One day he was there, looking surprised as ever, and then one Pizza Hut Book It Personal Pan later he was gone. Swallowed up by his neighbors and forced into a gold of darkness for years to come.
However, with my new eating ideals and occasional gym outing there’s a very good chance he may reappear. It’s an exciting feeling.
Rapturing even.
So what’s the perfect name for this elusive part of my body preparing to show itself once more?
Jesus.
I’ve named my belly button, Jesus.
Because of his Second Coming.
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