Drea

My body is a gift. My body is a temple. My body is like a glove, housing my spirit. My body needs to be kept clean. My body should be covered. My body is surging with hormones and curiosities that tempt me to sin. My body provokes unclean thoughts in young men. My body is the natural man, an enemy to God. My body is bad. I wage war against it. It is not me. It is separate. I do not love my body. I hate it. I hate it! Until I grow a body inside my body. Until I birth a body from my body. Until I feed his little body with my body. Then hers. And now I am here. One more baby and another chance to heal, to marvel, to learn to love this body that is mine. This body that is me.