Thanksgiving Week: Health
I've spent far, far too much of my life thinking about my body. Is it thin enough, pretty enough, good enough? As if that's any reflection of me as a person. But for all of that obsession I rarely took time to appreciate all of the things my body is capable of, and how valuable my health is. It requires a lot of maintenance (was 8 hours of sleep really necessary, evolution?), but having a healthy body lets me focus on living and experiencing and enjoying. I can spend hours hiking, eat most foods, and take care of myself entirely on my own. I don't need to take a pill in the morning, or worry about whether a restaurant will have something that's safe for me to eat. And I'm able-bodied, a privilege I take entirely for granted which influences how others see and treat me. My body is the vessel I live in, my home, my rock, and it's been a damn good one at that. For that, I'm grateful.