One summer afternoon, Mind and Body watch the sun dance on the water.
Although the scenery is peaceful and lovely, Mind is irritated with Body, as usual.
“You’re getting quite hefty,” Mind observes, sweeping her eyes over Body disapprovingly.
“What would you know? You’ve never been anything more than a bunch of thoughts. You don’t understand the physical. You’re all up in your head all the time.”
“A big FAT head, you’re right about that,” Mind shoots back.
Body folds her arms and turns away from Mind. Her stomach tightens. Ice cream would be good right now. Anything to override this tension.
What does Mind know anyway? It’s not easy being flesh and blood.
Mind can’t handle a fifth of the nasty shit Body puts up with on the regular.
Body remarks coldly, “You’ve never felt anything in your life. You just THINK you have.” Body chuckles at her cleverness.
Mind stews over this for an hour and a half. She unpacks each sentence and replays the words, making note of every nuance and tone Body used.
Her conclusion is that Body hates her and wants to destroy Mind.
Mind begins to plot her revenge.
“Next time you go out on the town be sure to wear your tight purple dress—the one that shows off all your bulges … I mean curves.” Mind sits back, proud of her Machiavellian style attack.
Mind feels triumphant: Body can’t take anyone criticizing her size!
But to Mind’s surprise, Body pulls herself up to full height.
And begins to dance. And twirl and twirl.
She flings her arms out, feeling the wind in her fingers and the song in her heart.
Each twirl fills Body with more and more joy.
Mind yells, “Stop this stupidity!”
Body twirls and twirls.
Mind wails, “The neighbours will laugh!”
Body sways and jumps, blood pulsating through her veins.
Mind stops yelling.
Mind stops everything.
This is kinda cool she thinks grudgingly.
And she falls silent.
And Body dances and dances and dances.