The body is a physical expression of who we are; a creative tool that we use to present self, both consciously and unconsciously.
You could call it a canvas.
The way you move, treat, and dress it is all a silent story about you. But we taint this genius tool when we attach our egos to it; causing us to view it in the most basic, and often toxic, of ways.
We shouldn’t have to stretch too far to collect the beautiful stories about these bodies; their ability and will to carry us is enough. What could be more beautiful than something that carries all of the wonder that is you at any given moment? Something that you break and heal inside of constantly.
These bodies can actually stand us. They can stand who we are. And when we cheat or neglect who we are, the body reacts to show that to us. Because these bodies are honest.
Now these bodies will perish, but for now, while we are here, they are a language for our being