That There Is Some Magical Shit

It’s national Love Your Body Day.

I do love my body. It does amazing stuff. Like seriously, there is some crazy awesome science fiction shit going on up in here, except, you know, not fictional…. It sweats to cool me down when I’m hot, shivers to keep me warm. It heals scratches and scrapes as if they were never there. It calluses the bottoms of my feet when I need protection. It dilates my pupils to adjust to the light, it even pops my ears when I fly. It gives me butterflies in my stomach when something good happens, and sends warning signals up my spine when I need to be more careful.

At this very moment, my stomach is literally rumbling to tell me I’m hungry. My muscles are knitting themselves back together after yesterday’s work-out. My thumb is replacing the nail I damaged when I slammed it in a car door. My lungs are breathing, my heart is beating, my liver is processing the beer I drank last night.

It carries me up four fucking flights of stairs every day, walks me to work, sits, bends, folds, creases, wrinkles, stretches, and holds up the bowling ball that is my head. It runs, skips, jumps, dances, twirls, tip-toes, and sometimes stands upside down.

Yeah, sometimes it looks fantastic, and sometimes less so, but who fucking cares? Look at all the incredible shit it can do!

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