If only my body was one of a Ballerinas.
I could form a perfect arabesque.
I would comfortably stand straight, 
gracefully lift my leg into a battement and
easily push myself into a jeté.

If only my body was one of a Yoga Instructors.
I could stretch into various poses.
I would contort my body into a halasana,
roll myself upright into a astavakrasana and
relax into a savasana.

If only my body was one of a Nutritionists.
I could be full of information about exactly what my body needs.
I would rarely grow sick due to a proper diet—
fueling my body with the five food groups.
Would I miss the pit in my stomach?

If only my body was one of a Doctors.
I could find the cause of my Dyspnea.
I would be able to explain my irregular heart-rate.
I would not fear the unknowns of my body for
I would understand and be able to explain every little sensation that sets me off.

If only I trusted that my body is not a traitor.
When my breathing shudders—at least I breathe.
When my muscles tense—at least I feel them.
My body wants to succeed.

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