My Body

MY BODY © 2002 Gabriel Magno

I love my body. To me it’s a beautiful body, but it’s not a perfect body. No body is perfect. Today I rediscovered my body. With both hands I felt every inch of my body, from the tips of my toes to the ends of the hair on my head.

Feeling my back was difficult and I had to use the back of my hands at times. We never take time to really explore our bodies. We briefly feel parts of it when we bathe or get dressed, but most of us don’t know our bodies. Some of us don’t want to know our bodies. That’s because we don’t take care of them.

Those people are the ones who take better care of their cars than they do their bodies. You can tell who they are. They will be dead before their time. I’m in command of my body. It does what I tell it to do and goes where I tell it to go. My body has taken me to many places in this world and has always brought me back.

Sometimes my body brings me pain and suffering, leaving me running for the bathroom with diarrhea or running for the sink, vomiting last night’s junk food and liquor. Sometimes my body brings me pleasure and ecstacy when it meets another nice body.

When my body becomes lifeless, you can bury me or incinerate me, it doesn’t really matter anymore because my body will have served me well and that’s good enough. But that’s later. Now, I will take care of my body because some day my body may bring you pleasure. I love my body. To me it’s a beautiful body, but it’s not a perfect body.