Ever watched your body heal?
I was cooking last week when my right wrist made contact with the inside of my oven.
"Ouch!" I quickly ran cold water over the spot. It hurt for a few minutes, and then I forgot about it. It slowly began to heal. The area turned pink over the next few days and only hurt if I touched it. Then the skin turned dark and began to peel. Now I have a large tear-drop shaped scar with new-pink skin inside a ring of brownish peel. In a few days it will hard to spot the wound.
Have you considered how amazing it is that the body heals itself? Think of the hundreds of cuts and burns you have sustained since childhood. What if they didn't heal? You'd probably be sick or dead from infection.
And that's just one angle. Think of the thousands of processes your body performs every day to protect itself, to process information, to move, digest, clean the blood.
This is the body I hate. At least I hate parts of it. This is the body I'm told is not enough.
Makes me want to respond to all the magazines, "Are you kidding? You're telling me this is ugly? This walking, talking, healing work of art?"
If you believe in a sentient, personal Creator, as I do, you have to admire the God who made such a thing.
So watch out when cooking. You don't want to damage the artwork. But if you do, take a peek under the Band-Aid every day or so. Watch the healing of your body, and it might begin the healing of your soul.