remember when we were eight
and we loved our bodies
celebrated them
by using them
to their fullest potential
hopping over a stream
skipping a rock on still water
our biggest concern
the perilous lava bubbling below a long stretch of monkey bars
remember when our bodies were everything
we relied on our bodies to carry us everywhere
never giving our looks more than a second of our time
i wish we could return to those simplistic days
of celebrating our bodies by relying on them
rather than focusing on our physical insecurities
thankful each day that they carried us through it
until this body is taken from me
i will celebrate it
perfectly imperfect
this is my body
and it carries me well
Ooh! I love those words – “until this body is taken from me I will celebrate it” and “perfectly imperfect – this is my body it carries me well”
Well put. Every time I finish my morning run (despite how much slower I seem to be running each year as I age…) and how ungraceful I’m sure I look – I try to remember to give those tired legs a little “thank you” each day for all their work. Thanks for the reminder!!
totally! it’s a reminder to me too… lol as these bones get rickety, i’m still thankful for all that they allow me to do! 🙂