If only my body was one of a ballerinas;
my body forming a perfect arabesque.
If only I could comfortably stand straight,
gracefully lift my leg into a battement, and
easily push myself into a jeté.
If only my body was one of a yoga instructors;
my body stretching into various poses.
If only I could contort my body into a halasana,
roll myself upright into a astavakrasana, and
relax into a savasana.
If only my body was one of a nutritionists;
my brain full of information about exactly what my body needs.
I would rarely grow sick due to a proper diet;
fueling my body with the five food groups.
Would I miss the pit in my stomach?
If only my body was one of a general doctors.
I would be able to find the cause of my dyspnea.
I would be able to explain my irregular heart-rate.
I would not fear the unknowns of my body for
I would understand and be able to explain every little sensation that sets me off.
If only I trusted that my body is not a traitor.
When my breathing shudders, at least I breathe.
When my muscles tense, at least I feel them.
My body wants to succeed.
