On Having a Body You Don’t Want

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I’m trying to be okay with being in my own body.

It’s a work in progress, made more difficult by the steady march of age.

Usually when I think about my body, I feel resentful. My body mostly feels like this thing I’m forced to lug around with me. It hurts sometimes, most of the time really, in the joints of my hands and knees, in the muscles of my neck and upper back, in my skull…