The perfect body is every body because every body is alive (unless the body is dead, of course).
A body is not perfect because of its shape, it is perfect because it is constructed so seemingly deliberately and intricately. The body and its marvelous capabilities rival any new technology. Its ability to process food as fuel, to sense millions of different smells, to keep decade-old memories, to learn languages and communicate, to feel deep love for someone else, to make babies, to run for miles and sleep for hours, to dream, to sing, to cry, and to laugh so hard it makes others cry.
Every body is perfect.
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On a separate note, I haven't posted in a couple of weeks, I think because I have been feeling really good about things and I haven't had any need to rant or express myself. Today my salad from Sweetgreen was way overdressed - something that would have caused a breakdown a year ago, actually no, a year ago I would have ordered it without dressing... But today I felt a small twinge of stress about the dressing until I took a bite and realized how delicious the creamy goodness slathered over mounds of avocado, egg, and chicken actually tasted. Then I devoured the whole thing and wiped up the extra remnants with the bread they give you.