A body that craves intimacy and yet cowers under proximity. A body that turns hot and cold to touch. A body that sometimes doesn't feel like my own. One that betrays me when my mind says otherwise. One that freezes and forgets to breathe sometimes. One that stretches and bends. One that I have a love-hate relationship with. A body that protects and rejuvenates for me nevertheless. A body that I call home. A body with curves and edges, that I am still exploring and pondering over. Somedays, I feel invincible in it. Somedays, I want to turn inwards and collapse. One that I will never give up on. Because it is mine. My body.