This body has taken me far. It’s been through x amount of wear and tear. This body has ballooned to 260 pounds and shrunk to 222. This body looks no different no matter how many times chaos and devastation, or aptly name, exercise, I put it through. This body stays off far more times than it’s on. Please, for the love of god, someone flick the switch! This body has been weightless. It’s also been the victim of several afflictions. This body, mind and soul has been deprived of intimacy, mental gymnastics. This body craves for an embrace that at every turn tightens it’s grip. This body wants to be free of the restraints the world has bound it with. Wants to stand barren in a place where an abundance of compromise reigns supreme.