I think that you become more aware of your body once you share it with someone. More invested in how you breathe. You definitely notice your skin. Unless your skin is dry, you never notice it. When you’re against someone, you pay attention. To the sweat, to the way that it wraps around your muscles and knuckles and knees. When you’re walking down the street afterwards, you gain an almost intimate; pardon the pun, knowledge of the condition of each part of your anatomy. Every fingernail scratch, every pulled hair, every tender bruise is now a story that you were the central character of. Feeling your heart in your chest, trying to catch your breath, eyeing your eyes in the mirror.