In the mall the other day I couldn’t help overhearing some young women complaining about how dissatisfied they were with their hair, their looks, and their weight. They spoke loudly as if out-doing each other in their declarations about the severity of the struggles they faced.
So I wondered — if they had perfect bodies in every way, what would they talk about? Perhaps they’d find something else to be discontented about, so they could keep one-upping each other.
The point about our bodies is that they are imperfect. They change, they get tired, they don’t operate perfectly all the time. And that is their job. The body exists like this so we can easily recall that we are more than our bodies. We are souls, encased in bodies for now. We are eternal energies temporarily manifested in physical bodies so we can learn a few things, heal a few things, and be more loving.
Our bodies are imperfect specifically so we can be reminded about this soul dimension, every day. Be grateful for your body’s imperfections.
Published on December 20, 2012 12:00