I’ve been thinking a lot lately about my body. I’m forced to think about my body most days as it is; thinking about what it needs, where it hurts, why it’s acting in that way and what its problem is now I don’t have time for this etc.
My body is a chronically ill body and its upkeep has to be factored into every move I make, every minute of every day. Keeping this carcass running on a daily basis is exhausting; it is a diva.
My body demands from me and I am generally powerless to refuse its every whim. But unlike some notable diva’s throughout history, my body doesn’t demand a dressing room full of puppies, rare orchids, a crate of Special Brew or some such; it demands I lie down.Read more on themighty.com