My Body, My Capital?

Thank you. Ooh, I'm like, Phew, phew, calm down. Get back into my body now.

My mother took my temperature.

My body does not matter to the world .

Eve Ensler Suddenly, my body

I began to see my body like an iPad or a car.

For a long time, there was me, and my body.

I will not lend my soul nor my bones to your war drum.

Then a spirit passed before my face. The hair of my flesh stood up.

For my flesh is food indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.

Then a spirit passed before my face the hair of my flesh stood up

For my flesh is meat indeed, and my blood is drink indeed.

But as I watch the mushrooms grow and digest my body, I imagine the Infinity Mushroom as a symbol of a new way of thinking about death and the relationship between my body and the environment.

So, everything that I put into my body I considered as medicine.

My body? I am not sure whether I love it or not.

It hurts in my whole body and soul, in all of me.

I was absolutely, physically and emotionally broken.

In the middle of my traveling, I turned 40 and I began to hate my body, which was actually progress, because at least my body existed enough to hate it.

This amazing substance again I mentioned, where does my body end?

I didn't have patience for my body I snapped it into shape.

I felt my passion, heart and soul, had left my body.

It's worth mentioning though that I didn't hate my body or my genitalia.

After my skin is destroyed, then in my flesh shall I see God,

Therefore my heart is glad, and my tongue rejoices. My body shall also dwell in safety.

For my waist is filled with burning. There is no soundness in my flesh.

She has done what she could. She has anointed my body beforehand for the burying.

He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood lives in me, and I in him.

And though after my skin worms destroy this body, yet in my flesh shall I see God

Therefore my heart is glad, and my glory rejoiceth my flesh also shall rest in hope.

For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease and there is no soundness in my flesh.

She hath done what she could she is come aforehand to anoint my body to the burying.

He that eateth my flesh, and drinketh my blood, dwelleth in me, and I in him.

My stupid body was insisting on holding things together, on acting rationally .

And because I could no longer identify the boundaries of my body, I felt enormous and expansive.

Because of my mother s support, and my own determination, I succeeded in keeping my body intact.

Therefore my heart was glad, and my tongue rejoiced. Moreover my flesh also will dwell in hope

Therefore did my heart rejoice, and my tongue was glad moreover also my flesh shall rest in hope

Thatcher s embrace of the cause of our freedom was electrifying for me.

These men, women and children are in bondage both physically and psychologically.

Over 90 had depressive conditions, and 63 had significant physical illness.

For in pouring this ointment on my body, she did it to prepare me for burial.

For in that she hath poured this ointment on my body, she did it for my burial.

The press wrote about her death in rather, I felt, pornographic ways like, Which bit of artery left which bit of body?

At 14 minutes, I had these awful contractions, like this urge to breathe.

He who eats my flesh and drinks my blood has eternal life, and I will raise him up at the last day.