I’ve been asked on several occasions, “What is your favorite part about your body?” At this point, I know my answer without hesitation.
I’m a dancer. A kinesthetic learner. Someone who needs to move and explore without being confined, butt planted, posture hunched, or eyes fixated towards one space. I’m a dancer in that I bound and leap, bounce and lean, pulsing from the balls of my feet to the crown of my head. I twirl and spin, sometimes with great precision, most times in a twisted tangle to the music that feeds my soul through the roots I call legs.
My legs that carry me across sleek wooden floors, rough gray pavement, and rocky earthen paths.
My legs which make up for most of my 5 foot 7 inch frame.
My legs where the longest bones in my body give me the privilege of mobility.
I am truly fortunate.
I’ve been asked, “What is your favorite part about your body?” Without hesitation, I name my strongest foundation. My legs support me in exploration and self-expression, even when I believe I’m unable to continue. My legs challenge me to move, itching to stand if I’ve been planted for too long and eager to sway to any beat that reaches my ears.
I am truly thankful.