My Relationship with my Body is Now a Peaceful One

I was raised, as you were, in a culture that told me that my body was designed to undermine me.

From the moment my mother’s spirit and mine merged intervention after intervention, in both sickness and health, served to remind me that illness and incapacity were the inevitable results of inattention to my health. I was a sitting duck and resting on my laurels would mean that my pesky genetic configuration, predisposed to diabetes (my brother), heart disease (my father), depression (my mother), and cancer (again, my father), could express itself…