So, I read this days ago and waited to leave my thoughts, but now that I've had some rum and it's the perfect time of night, I will let my thoughts loose :)
When I think of the word "cocoon", I think of self-protection, of comfort even. But it also reminds me of how we can isolate ourselves. I love how you spun this word to mean something almost holy, something to be revered, dare I say, something sensual?
There's such a feeling of revival in this piece - of perhaps feeling awakened, wanting to no longer truly know and understand self-acceptance. And bask in it. Not be repulsed or questioning one's flaws. Not wondering, when will or how will someone else desire me?
There's an ease in this write, a sort of relief, and god I can't help but say it's sexy too. I couldn't help but think of how I grew up, in a pretty conservative home, so consequently, shame became a part of my skin. I didn't know I could want myself, and that it was okay to do so. Sometimes our bodies are spiritual, and they can inspire in us something greater. When we don't shy away from ourselves, from that desire, and when we learn how to love ourselves, whatever ways, that's a memorable thing.