Mormonism has taught me to both embrace and fear my body. If the body is eternal, it is a precious thing to be revered and cared for. But we are also taught that it has nearly uncontrollable appetites. As I’ve matured, I’ve come to a more balanced realization of my body. I’ve come to not expect perfection from it and instead appreciate what it can do. I’ve come to not be overly worried with my appearance, but value who I am apart from my body. I’ve come not to fear it, but embrace it, particularly overcoming the fear and forbidden fruit-type fascination with sex, instead coming into a balance of acceptance and confidence and playfulness.