It's flawed, because we're all sinners. But it's there. For better or worse, it'll be there till the day you die. It's what gets you through the day. So even if it doesn't always work the way you want it to, you treat it with respect and kindness.
No, it's not your cat or dog - or your '05 Toyota Corolla with the lousy paint job.
It's your BODY. You know - the temple of the Holy Spirit? That big fleshy thing that enables you to drive to Starbucks for your morning Breakfast Blend?
(And allows you to receive the Eucharist at Mass or Divine Liturgy - kind of a big deal as well.)
So why do so many of us hate our bodies?
And more importantly - why do we encourage other people to hate theirs as well?
Shouldn't we be grateful to have them at all? After all, where would you be without your body today? Just floating around on a cloud somewhere, bored to tears and wishing for some skin, that's where you'd be.
So today, instead of looking in the mirror (or at the scales) and yelling, "I hate my body!", how about looking up at the sky and saying:
"Hey God - THANK YOU for giving me this body! I apologize for anything I've personally done to make it less perfect. But it is what it is. And today, I am so grateful to you for giving it to me! Thank you SO MUCH!"
Couldn't hurt. Now, let's go to Starbucks.