My body has a tough time processing sugar. Sugar makes me sick in about a dozen ways, and that frustrates the crap out of me because I’d really like to just eat a cookie once in a while.
My body steadfastly refuses to relinquish its fat stores in my upper arms, lower abs, and butt. I can lose another 20 pounds from my current weight, bike to work for months, and lift weights daily and I’d still have those specific squishy bits.
My body challenges me with copious body hair and acne, insomnia and back pain, cellulite, migraines, keratosis pilaris, and chronic heartburn.
But I am so, so, SO grateful for my body.
Because I can walk at least nine miles in flats without batting an eye. And at least two in wedges.
Because I can rock a full skirt like nobody’s business.
Because I can give my unruly mop of hair a dreadful haircut, and it will generally bounce right back in a few weeks.
Because I can bike and bike and bike and bike.
Because I can wear the bright colors that scare many women, and look positively radiant.
Because I can shovel snow like a pro. Even if I’m not as FAST as my husband, I can keep up with him in shoveling volume. And people, Minnesota snow is heavy.
Because I can sing for a good two hours before becoming hoarse.
Because I can wear every fiber imaginable without getting itchy or allergic, all heels 3″ and under, and absolutely anything that is bright, bright red.
Because I can stand on a wheeled chair to reach the boots that live on top of my armoire, and never lose my balance.
Because I can hike and climb, wrestle and roll, explore and endure using only this frustrating, flawed, and undeniably amazing body.
It is so easy to focus on the things that your body refuses to do for you, and ignore the things that it does for you daily, silently, uncomplainingly, and gracefully. So easy to feel slighted and cheated instead of grateful and blessed. So consider this your nudge:
What about your body makes you grateful?
Image courtesy sean dreilinger.