Inspired by the post on the blog The Pursuit of Harpiness about body i would also like to say a few modest things why i love the prison of my soul. It was just a metaphor since i really like my body. Although i wasn’t like that all the time, there have been times when i loathed it especially when i was younger. As usually i need somebody to put the blame on but i assume it’s not blaming, it’s just reality. The environment i grew up in was constantly saying that my body is a wreck … from media to my family. About media we all know the stadards of beauty we are choked with but i would have expected more empathy from the closest ones. But after all we are all victims of the same system and they are also stiffed with the same prefabricated perfect body images. I was looking at every detail of me and found it bad, i did not like the wrapping at all. Although i never had weight problems or any deformities. So why then? Why this perpetual unaccomplishment? Because i was just poured silly ideas in my head, and i was more silly to believe them. Until one day i just woke up. I don’t know how honestly, maybe it was the neighbour at the countryside who was half paralyzed from a young age, maybe it was the video on youtube about the woman who got completely burned in a car accident but still survived, i won’t put it here – the video – i can’t resist watching it again. But it definitely changed the whole perception regarding my body. I feel at peace with it and i love it.
Why? Because it is a whole and it is completely functional. Well…it has some inner difficulties but they are minor or at least i don’t feel disturbed by them. I have all my body parts intact. I can feel the world and enjoy life without restrictions. I can walk, my legs can do that, i have two hands, i can grab, touch, hold, caress; my eyes can see every detail that surrounds me. My body is not perfect, i know that. A bit of fat on my belly which makes sometimes difficult to zip up an old pair of jeans but that’s why i am doing sports. The few acnee spots which seem for me so natural and don’t bother at all, makes me feel a teenager, the hair on my armpits which i got so used to it cannot imagine them without. But i can move freely. My body, with all the imperfection makes me go on everyday. Everything i do is possible because of the piece of meat i used to loathe. Why? Because it’s not how some would like it to be? That’s not important…it’s important it’s just the way i wanted to be. Because it’s mine not others.
So why wish for an impossible perfection when i have everything i need right here? There are plenty of people who would give anything just to feel the pleasure of running again. Worry about some little acnee bumps? Remember there are people who would give everything to have their normal face again. Hate your hairy arms? Some of your fellows would give the world to have those hairy arms to hug just once the ones they love.
I love my body because it is just perfect the way it is.