On Being a Body
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11 min readDec 4, 2021
The beginning is always tricky, when you mine memory for the roots of something. I can point to two early memories, though, of when I first became aware of my body, of having a body, of being a body. As with most things, it came about because of someone else, another pointing to it.
I remember hanging about in the gym in elementary school, waiting for the bus or waiting for something. There was a group of us all sitting together, &…