This is insanity.
In five years, we will salivate for this skin. In ten years, we will have nothing but respect for this ass. In twenty, we won't care about any of it--scanning our pictures instead for signs in our eyes that we were present and willing to be honest and real and incredibly brave, no matter what the state of our abs.
We are aging, every one of us, everyday, all the time. This body will not stay. It will morph and change. It will get weaker, and yes, it will die. And until that moment, this body will house the very essence of us. This body will play host to all our hopes and fears, our most true and alive moments. This body will hold every second of our existence on this planet, and it will remember down to the cells everything that made us laugh and cry.