"We’re on the same team," she said.
Thank you, legs, for carrying me to the kitchen. Thank you, hands, for holding my child’s face. Thank you, lungs, for breathing while I slept. el cuerpo the body
One morning, she caught her reflection and didn’t look away. "We’re on the same team," she said
And her body — silently, faithfully — kept her standing. Your body is not an ornament to be looked at, but a companion to be listened to. Treat it with gratitude, not criticism. It has carried you through every single day of your life. That’s not nothing. That’s everything. Thank you, lungs, for breathing while I slept
Days turned into weeks. She stopped apologizing for her shape and started marveling at her function. She stretched when she was stiff. She rested when she was tired. She ate when she was hungry — not out of shame, but out of care.
"Why won’t you cooperate?"
So she began.