Then a big thing happens
and your body changes.
You’ve got a new body.
New body bits.
And your mind struggles to know it.
I read an amazing poem this week by Michael Rosen, which is all about how it feels to live in a body that has changed. Our bodies are changing all the time of course, they aren’t static and nor are they meant to be. Sometimes though, those changes come more quickly than we would like, and can get used to.
There are times when I look in the mirror, and I can take a photo that reflects back at me a body I recognise, like the one above. It feels like me, and fits with my internal image of myself.
So many more times though, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and I see a shape I don’t recognise, and it’s jarring, or I struggle to move in the way I need to, and it feels unfamiliar and strange. I am changing so quickly, and it is hard.
There is no avoiding our particular collection of cells though. The only thing to do is make friends with it. Learn to listen to it, love it. It’s the one relationship we can’t ever leave whilst we are alive.
It doesn’t walk away.
It’s always with you.
You have to get on together.