A poem
I love how ours is not a typical love story,
‘Body meets owner and its love at first fit’
Nope.
Ours is a story that took time, was nicely aged like fine wine.
Dear body, I love you now;
but do you remember the days,
when you felt like a load that I needed to remove?
when I wished I could just pack up my spirit and move away?
. . .
Want more ? check out the rest of the poem here: Love letter to my Body on Medium
