The body is a multilingual being.
It speaks through its color and its temperature,
the flush of recognition, the glow of love,
the ash of pain, the heat of arousal,
the coldness of nonconviction.
It speaks through its constant tiny dance, sometimes swaying,
sometimes a-jitter, sometimes trembling.
It speaks through the leaping of a heart,
the falling of the spirit,
the pit at the center, and rising hope… To confine the beauty and value of the body to anything
less than this magnificence is to force the body
to live without its rightful spirit, its rightful form, its right to exultation.
To be thought ugly or unacceptable because one’s beauty is
outside current fashion is deeply wounding
to the natural joy that belongs to the wild nature.
