me, through its bright blue eyes to see amazing things, and for that I am grateful. It has stood in quiet places while birdsong has fallen to ground, while music has played, it has stood and  listened to the wind roving the earth, the sea song, so much, and for that I am grateful. It has touched and stroked cats and people and held children and the soft noses of horses, drawn and painted with brushes and paint, and for that I am grateful. It has wrapped arms around those that I love and have loved, kissed, smiled, praised and laughed, and for that I am grateful. It has grown two children inside it, an astonishing thing,  and birthed them and fed them and for that I am so very grateful. And it is in no way perfect, lumpy and bumpy with stretchmarks on stretchmarks and wrinkles and folds and  scars. But it is mine, and all that I truly am and it is time to stop despising it and instead treat it kindly. I live so much inside my head, dreaming and drawing and thinking. Walking reminds me that my body is not merely a house for my brain to dwell in. Maybe when I look back in 30 years time I will think, as I do when I look back at photos of my younger self now, 'Beautiful', but I want to do that now, when I look in the mirror, not in 30 years time when it