🦋 The Butterfly Effect

My mom started training me in contortion from before I could even walk, bending me into increasingly impressive shapes over the years. Every day has been filled with exercises, stretches, and endless hours of practicing various poses.

It wouldn't be fair to say it hasn't been fulfilling. There's a strange sense of satisfaction that comes with feeling your body move freely, in ways that seem impossible to others. As I grew older, I found myself drawn to the elegance and grace of contortion, mimicking old photographs of my mother performing incredible feats of flexibility.

I don't think I could ever imagine myself sitting up straight for long periods; my muscles crave the stretch, the pull, the release. My current favorite pose involves folding myself in half, with my knees and elbows on the bed and my body between my legs. The sensation of such tight backbend is incredibly addictive.

Mom says there were few male contortionists when she was my age. Many people saw it as a feminine art form, and this social stigma made it difficult for her to find a boyfriend who shared her passion. Most men would want to stretch her and turn her into their own personal bendy doll, but none wanted to practice contortion alongside her.

She often jokes that if she had a time machine, she'd go to the future and date me instead! "If only I had a boyfriend like you," she'd tease while stretching me further and further into an extreme backbend... But how could I have been born in the first place if that happened? It gets my brain cells twisted just thinking about it!

My life with Mom is all smiles and laughter most days. When she tells me to go take a break, she knows what will happen: I'll immediately roll up into a ball on my bed, curling myself tight until I get into a nice, comfy position. Even in repose, I feel teh urge to bend, twist, and stretch. It's a part of me now.

Sometimes at night, I wake up sweating because my body somehow managed to unbend itself during sleep. It takes effort to find my way back into the perfect tight curl, but eventually I fall back asleep feeling safe and secure once more. Skipping a whole night's worth of stretching would be a nightmare!