yesterday i caught myself thinking “i love my new body” while i stared at the mirror.

it made me realize that i was considering my body to be something new, something that i had acquired.

how weird is it, that we think of bodies as ‘old’ or ‘new’ depending on how they look? i admit i look much better now than two or three years ago, but my body is still the same, isn’t it? (there’s no before and after, i believe)

i’ve got a sneaky feeling bodies are new everyday that passes. maybe with a few pounds less, a recently found pimple, a newly formed crease. however if we look at it this way, our bodies are born again when we wake up: with a particular mood for the day, different plans, different goals, different features maybe.

what i’m sure never changes is out true essence, and our desire for improvement.

-val’s journal entry