I like my legs because they take me places.
I like my skin because it protects me.
I like my voice because I can talk and scream and laugh with it.
I like my belly, because where else would my organs be?
I like my hands because they grab things I like.
I like my arms because they help my hands reach the things I like.
I like my chest because it helps my lungs have room to breathe.
I like my face because it helps me smell, taste, and see.
I am blessed to have my body.
Maybe other folks think otherwise.
Sometimes I think otherwise, too.
But in the end, my body is a body,
And it helps me do things I like and need to do.