My Body

I HATE MY BODY

I have acne on my forehead that never seems to disappear. 

Everytime I blow-dry my hair, it gets frizzy.

I have a deep scar at the top of my chest. 

And across the palm of my hand.

I am considered "over weight."

My thighs and hips are licked and littered with stretch marks.

I have legs whiter than my teeth.

But you know what? That doesn't matter. None of it matters. I HAVE a body. 

I have a high I.Q.

My lungs can easily capture, hold, and release air.

My heart has a regular beat.

I can hear, see, smell, and touch.

My legs can support and carry me wherever I wish.

I feel deep emotion for myself and others.

I've been blessed with the opportunity to live inside a human body. I could have been a dog, or a bug, or a leaf. But for some miraculous reason, I was chosen to be human. And for that, I will be eternally grateful.