Body parts

I can stand in front of a mirror and point out all the parts about my body that I hate and explain my exact problem with them. For example I hate my arms, I think they are too big for my body and when I shake them the giggle, I hate my belly no matter how many times I try to hold it in it is still too big. And I've tried the push ups and crunches but they just don't work. Ok in fairness I only did it for about a day or two but that's not the point. And don't even get me started about my legs. But I can also tell you about the parts I love. I love my eyes, not because I think the shine like stars but because I can see the world through them, I can see the beauty and the ugly, the pain and the joy, I cried when the third love of my life broke my heart and I can cried when I saw my baby brother for the first time, held him and looked into his eyes and saw nothing but innocent and pure joy. I love my mouth, because I can laugh with it, I can sit back and laugh at my past ridiculous choice for clothing and hairstyles or that time when I fell face down in front of my crush. I can smile, I can smile at the time when he helped me up and looked at me and say "you're very beautiful". I can use my mouth for words, fuck! When I stomp my toe on a desk or when I remember I left the flat iron on...again. I love my hands, because I can hold yours, I can feel the world around me, and sometimes when it gets to rough I intertwine my hands and pretend it's my long lost love's gently rubbing mine and telling me it will all be alright. Weird I know, but it's true. I love my feet because I can run, as far as I can and as fast as I can run, away from the sadness, the suffering, to the joy and peace. And lastly I love my heart because not only is it the strongest part of me it is also the best part of me. It has survived three "true loves", the loss of a father, the loss of a best friend and the only aunt I had it's been stabbed, wrecked, but it is still always open to love.