euphoria

love letter to my body

This is a love letter to my wonderful body.
My brain that thinks all these beautiful thoughts, that cares about people and life and love. My legs that are carrying me on top of the highest mountains so I can take the view in with my eyes. My ears that enable me to listen to my favorite music and hear the laughter of the people I love. My belly that feels so wonderful soft if I manage to relax it for a second. My ribs that I should love much more because their protecting my organs. And my organs that are basically a hundred miracles keeping me alive. My lungs that fill up with fresh morning air. My hair that gets caressed by warm winds in summer. My muscles that make me move through this beautiful world. My skin feeling the icy colds of mountain water or warm drizzle running down my face. My nose smelling the scent of my favorite tea. My arms that I swing around when I dance like crazy. My feet with which I jump up and down. My voice that sounds terrible when I sing but that nevertheless enables me to do it. That voice that expresses the thoughts I have. My shoulders and knees because without them life would be so much harder. My fingers that play the piano and write stories and poems and loveletters. That touch grass, trees and the people I love. My palms that I can press into the ground when I do yoga. My mouth tasting the most delicious food in the world. My eyelids that appear orange from the inside when I tilt my head towards the sun while keeping them shut.
My body is me. And I am my body.
My very existence is a miracle. I do not intend to waste it by seeing myself as something that should be admired by as many people as possible. I am not in this world to be looked at. I am here to live life to the fullest extent. To do things that make me happy, to see things that leave me in awe, to be the person I want to be. My body is perfect because it does the most amazing thing ever. It enables me to live. To live my dream. What could possibly be more amazing than that?