It’s amazing how much my sense of identity is tied to this meat suit.
I mean yeah, my body is me. I know this. But usually I’m focused on other things – how to pay bills, working on relationships, picking what to have for breakfast. I lose sight of the fact that I am inseparable from my body.
Sure it drives me wild sometimes – I mean, who would choose to be bipolar? You wouldn’t choose a car you knew would occasionally refuse to start.
But it’s all I have. And honestly I kind of like it now. I’ve put in a lot of work over the last few years and it’s better now than I think it’s ever been before.
So I’ve decided to show it I like it the best way I know how. Just like a car owner might get their wheels a new coat of paint – I’m getting a haircut and dressing fancy.