If my body were a puppy, I would love it.  I would love it through the rumble tumble time.  I would love it when it chewed up my shoes, and I would love it all snuggled up in blankets while I read a book.  I would smile at its bark and savor the kisses.

I would tickle its fat little tummy and laugh.

If my body were a mountain, it would be an Appalachian and not a Rocky.  All mounds and curves, nothing jagged. 

If my body were an infant, I would feed it when hungry and rock it to sleep.

If my body were a tree, I would marvel at the changes the years would bring.

If my body were a leaf, it would be from an oak. Ordinary for its place and time, but still a miracle to be in awe of.

If my body were a creek, it would start out as a trickle growing and growing until it needed to release the overflow to something larger than itself.

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