How do you feel when your lover kisses your stretchmarks on your shoulder?
What about when they caress the birthmark on the upper left of your abdomen?
What is your reaction when they take your hips into their arms, when you feel the adrenaline rush through your body?
How do you react when they softly kiss your neck and you feel their breathing, giving you goosebumps from desire?
What does a kiss, which started with laughter and proceeds into seriousness do to you?
What about when you gently wake up from your lover hugging you from behind, warm, under the covers?

Why do we often look at our bodies as a nuisance? Why do we fill ourselves with self-doubt and put ourselves down for what we look like? I often wonder if it is because we know our first encounter with others is purely superficial. Their personality, their dreams, the way they treat others in various every day scenarios, the thoughts they have when they are alone in front of a mirror – all of these elements are usually hidden away enigmatically.
Our bodies are so majestic; they work in mysterious and ethereal ways. It is simply fascinating to realize how many biochemical processes occur every second unbeknownst to us in a molecular level.
How crazy is it to think that you and the person next to you were once a mere cell? How that cell developed and became your father, mother, sister, brother, teacher, lover?
When we think of our origin as a fact of miracle – when we view our existence here as a form of miracle, what does that make us feel like?
When we realize this, when we learn to really love ourselves, it is a feeling of liberation. This sentiment is really difficult to attain because we are affected by many people and their demands or preconceived notions.


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