Somewhere, in the war against self-acceptance, all the former self-inflicted micro-aggressions of "being a little soft" or "too skinny" or "too thick" or "too brown" or "out of shape" have been wiped clean off the surface.
In fact, there is no surface. No body. That is the new refrain:
I have no body. I don't have a body.
It's insidious how simple the words are to say. How easy we now absolutely deny the body as existing.
But what are we BUT our body? It is our entirety. It is our home. It's all we have when there is nothing else.
In this way we never leave home.