Sometimes I feel bad about my body.
And then I remember I’m basically a giant wandering ecosystem, in which all things contributing to my existence have done so just so that they could survive, and then I basically feel like I established world peace on a cellular level because now everything in my body has to work together harmoniously to survive or nothing survives. There just isn’t room for war in this house. :)
And then I’m like. “Damn. I’m like a little mini biome for bacteria and single celled organisms and cells. A walking terrarium. Fuck yeah. That’s cool.”