I love my body for everything amazing it can do!

Consider a hand buttoning a shirt. Twenty-seven bones and a dozen muscles negotiating in real time, the whole operation running smoothly while you think about something else entirely.

Bodies get assessed almost wholly on appearance and almost never on performance, which is an odd way to judge a machine that digests, balances, heals, and still remembers how to ride a bicycle you last touched in 1998.

Loving it for what it does isn't a consolation prize for failing to love how it looks. It's a more accurate basis.

Appearance is a photograph. Capability is what got you down the stairs this morning without a single conscious instruction from you.