The body used to belong to me. I once gave power over it to exes and former lovers who used it at their discretion. I openly subjected it to disease by putting it together with other bodies that were also lost and struggling for a connection, even if fleeting and superficial. Eventually my world became about the body – delivering it as much pleasure as I could find with the most beautiful people I could meet. This went on for a few years until a sense of numbness overcame me and the touch of strange lovers didn’t feel pleasing anymore. My heart opened inwards to a new spirit that spoke to me – not an audible voice, but an audible feeling that told me I could serve a greater purpose. The feeling I heard, if that makes any sense, was the Holy Spirit. A savior is what I worship now. A source whose love is enough. Every morning, I rise to spend time with him – read his word while building my body with weights so my faith is reflected in my shape and my health. This body belongs not to me now, but to something higher.