Your body is a spaceship

A post about body-love (read while visualising Jewel Taite and listening to the theme of Firefly)

Your body is a space ship. It's getting you through space and time. Maybe it's dinged up,  a bit dodgy in the mainframe, and she's on the heavy side... but this baby takes you to all the coolest places you've ever been.

She's been with you since day one. She never bitches too loudly, even when you throw cane spirits in the gas tank and you don't change her oil for two years. 

She breaks down a lot...but each morning she's there, ready to get you where you need to go.

Love her.

Sure, try your best to look after her, but don't beat yourself up if you're not able to get the best bodywork or run the high octane fuel. She's not nearly as fussy as you are about her performance.... she does what she needs to with what's at hand.

Life's too short to spend it feeling crappy about your space ship. We get what we get in the genetic lottery, and we can cry about that for the rest of our lives, or we can just bond with our baby and do our best by her.

And just remember: any halfway decent person is not going to give us shit about our spaceship.

If you want to insult my spaceship or how I run her,  you'd best be ready for a fight. I live here, she's mine and you don't get an opinion.

If I want advice on the care of my ship, I'll visit a mechanic thanks. You're not qualified to mess with her wiring!

So love your spaceship.

*hugs* sorry that you feel so bad about your spaceship. It's's not your fault. You've been brainfucked by the world to tie up all that stuff with who you are. But you are not your spaceship. That's just your transport and equipment. You're the spark of life behind your eyes...and you're always beautiful.

PS. Don't trust all the mechanics either. Some of them are assholes.

Come over to the dark side - we have cookies, we're overweight and we don't care.