Reflection on Bodies

I have never really thought about what a body is before. To me a body has always been just that, a body. After the readings and class time, I began to think about bodies more and what they really are.
The body is in its own way contained. It is mobile yet limited. The body is restricted to things such as age, height, and gender. The body can possess life but it ultimately dies. Life is what gives the body its meaning. Without life a body is not entitled to its own power or opinion.
Our bodies are not completely our own, even though we may seem to think so. The body itself comes to life as a blank slate. From the moment it takes its first breath of life it is immediately conditioned. Bodies initially have no sense of the world or anything else. It must be acquired in one way or another.
Each body is a reflection. It is a reflection of inner self as well as society. What is felt or thought on the inside is expressed through the body. When meeting people, appearance is first recognized and through that appearance is what we initially base personality on.
The body is inconsistent. It can break down or break into pieces. It is not as consistent as the mind. The mind has no limitations besides those of language. Even if the body fails, the mind is still there.