Look at your wrists. Do you see the blue-green lines running through them, a marathon of oxygen filled life, a race to keep you alive?
Look at your hands. Do you see the red blemishes? The tiny white scars? All proof the many stair rails you’ve used, apples you’ve eaten, monkey bars you’ve climbed?
Look at your cheeks. Do you see the brown flecks of fallen sun?
Look at your eyes. Do you see the colorful hypnotizing iris protecting the soul behind them? Your tiny, maybe even invisible, green violet veins mapping out your eyelids?
Look at your legs. Do you see the bumps and bruises? Do you see all the times you have gotten back up after being pushed down?
Your body is a vessel for your soul, for your light.
Your body is your most irreplaceable friend, doing everything in its power to keep you alive.
Your body loves you, so please, love your body back.