Days of My Life

Photo by Jonathan Charles
(Disclaimer: This is not me in the photo, nor do I know anyone associated with it.)

I woke up happy and chipper today. I love days like these when nothing can dampen my day. The ends of my smile bent just a little as I failed an exam I had to take today. Really, I can’t be too upset about it because I honestly did not prepare and had the nerve to be overconfident at that (about material with which I had no familiarity). Pure stupidity. Anyway, I still feel a smile in my innards. Hee hee. I like that word.

Sooooo, moving on. How do you feel about your body? I know women tend to be self-conscious to a fault, but I wonder if men are too. Sometimes they are more comfortable with the changes that time brings, but I am becoming more comfortable with them too. Take this morning for instance. I looked in the mirror, as I often do, and I smiled at what I saw. I love watching the change that occur in my body as I get older. My hair, my eyes, my butt, my breasts, my tummy–all changing.

My hair now does what I tell it in a way it didn’t when I was younger; perhaps that’s because I finally succeeded in learning how to manipulate it. My eyes are changing their color with time. That’s what I noticed today that made me smile. I saw it in a photo first but up close this morning. I am physically turning into the profile I’ve read of my genetics. Simply fascinating it is. The other changes I note have more to do with weight gain and loss than with age, but still, it’s nice to observe them too.

In another place and time, I’d be a nudist because I am extremely comfortable with my body and that of others. I think the body is one of God’s greatest works of art for which there is no adequate replication. I love my me. I often fall asleep in light pjs if I have on any at all and wake up in my skivvies. I smile when this happens because I find clothes on most occasions to be a necessary hindrance, glad to relieve myself of them at the slightest opportunity. The same goes for shoes. This is one reason why living alone works so well for me. I firmly believe that bras and panties or soft robes can constitute sufficient clothing in the home alone.

I realize that I may be alone on this one, but people who are squeamish about the body annoy me. No, I don’t go around parading naked for people’s exhibition, but someone in my house telling me to put on longer shorts or a different shirt may get a foot and direction toward the door. The body shares no shame when clean and well-kept. My self-perception is one of the reasons I don’t have a lot of the sexual hang-ups that surrounded me as I was growing up. I am the most sexually liberal Christian I know, but that just means I’m more honest than most because many try to pretend that the proper importance of sexuality is nil. Liars.

The direction of this post is not the one that was intended, but oh well. This is my body of writing written by my self. I have permission to do as I please.

What say you about your body and your self? How much do you love you?