much better, making me relieve all the stress i had been through the week. I lied on my tummy on the bed, with my legs below the knee, flying up in the air. I knew i was being borderline narcissistic, but i was enjoying it, nonetheless. I started looking at my body much more carefully now. I looked at my satin soft arms, my slender fingers. I playfully gave my nipple a tug with my hand very softly, then giggling unnecessarily at myself. I didnt care what people thought about me anymore. Then i closed my eyes while i felt my navel with my palm. I was loving these new feelings and sensations i was experiencing. Then i stopped doing it and glanced at my legs by turning back a little. My thin legs had been a topic of being mocked