Your body isn’t a temple.
But it is your body.
Your body isn’t an object.
But it should be the object of your affection.
Your body isn’t theirs.
But it can be the subject of their love if you so wish.
Your body isn’t a gift.
But you can wrap yourself up pretty if you want to.
Your body isn’t a spectacle.
But it is spectacular.
Your body isn’t clay that has to fit in society’s mould.
But it’s always changing shape.
Your body doesn’t need fixing.
But you can control how it changes, if you’d like that.
Your body doesn’t play by any rules.
Sometimes, not even your own.
Your body doesn’t know who you are.
But you have to learn… your body.
So… your body isn’t a temple.
But it can be your temple if you make it so.
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