We forget about how marvelous and miraculous our bodies are. That they function at all, and so perfectly most of the time, well it's jaw droppingly wonderous to me. I think most people never appreciate what amazing creatures we are until we, or someone else gets sick. Only then do we start to think of all the things that could go wrong but don't and how much goes right. So when you are healthy, strong, pain free - it might be more difficult to love your body despite perceived societal imperfections but that does not make it less miraculous. That we are alive today, here to experience all the wonders that surround us, to see the sunrise, to hold a sleeping child, to laugh with friends, to be able to love, and yes, wear amazing outfits (;-) , if you put it into context it's easier to be grateful for these wonderful if slightly battered bodies of ours. Yes, these lived in, scarred, lined, slightly worse for the wear and tear forms are a miracle and being mindful of that can allow us to thank them for their faithful service and dress them and treat them as the dear friends they ought to be.
