Bodies have always seemed ugly to me.
Bodies with their meters of skin, guts, meat and their weird smells, colors, bumps, and illnesses that can't be controlled.
Bodies are ridiculous and awkward.
Media try to pretend bodies are sexy and alluring when they're in bed but they're sweaty. Sticky. Scared of failure. Even more awkward, when sprawled in bed you try to find the best position to love, after a cramp in your leg.
Bodies are nothing more than tons of muscles wrapped in the clothes you wear to try and look cuter than you really feel.
At what extent does your heart dress your partner's body of beauty when you make love? At what extent do you dress your own body of beauty when you see yourself with your eyes, or when you see yourself reflected in the lusting eyes of your partner?
How are bodies enfolded by the substance of the soul?