I love my body for always being good to me. I have been very lucky that it has never broken a bone to this day, it has never given me issues with weight, and has always remained healthy throughout all these years.
I am very grateful that it has allowed me to make a career out of it. I teach dance and i am very aware that just one sprain or fracture could easily make me suffer with no income. I try to take care of it and keep from doing dangerous things that may injure it.
And even though growing up i could find things to easily complain about (my hairy arms, my happy trail, my imperfect skin, my hipless hips), it all seemed so silly when my body showed its ability to bring the miracle of children into this world. I know first hand that a child is not a given but a gift….and that is something we sometimes forget. It is easy to say, “when i have kids”…but forget that there are many people whom for some reason or another cannot experience this gift. I am forever grateful for knowing what it feels like when a baby kicks inside me or EVEN what it feels like to be fully awake and epidural-free to bring life into this world.
So i thank my body for a beautiful son it has given me, a beautiful child it will bring me hopefully in May, its health that has kept me from suffering as others sometimes do, and its physicality which i’m sure is part of what has kept me healthy.
THANK YOU BODY!

You inspire!

I also love it for giving me signs when I mistreated it and I’m sorry that it went so far sometimes. I did gymnastics until my ankles were almost putty and beyond repair. It took me over 10 years for them to heal, and once I lost the weight to be able to even FATHOM running it took many months of strengthening them to be able to even jog a mile @ 12 min pace. I worked through so many sicknesses that my body devised the plan to give me vertigo so I couldn’t keep my eyes open for 4 days without puking so I could rest. Now, I try to let it whisper into my ear instead of smack me on the knees with a big stick, heh.