I am aware when my hips ram into the corner of the desk when I walk down a row and I double over in pain.

I am aware when my **** knock over the glass of water that was in front of me when I lean over the table.

I am aware when my *** doesn't fit through a tight squeeze in a movie theater or party.

I am aware when my hair gets caught in the limbs that I walk underneath.

I am aware that my thighs have no choice but to take up the empty space that would otherwise be in my pants.

I am spatially aware.

I know that my shoulders are not the smallest, but **** are they strong.

I know that the space I take up when I dance makes the air feel full, and loves me for my caress.

Love me or love me not, I do not care.

I am spatially aware of air.