My knees are ok with the rest of my body,
sometimes a bit bitchy but not that I would care about that.
My upper back has started to swear a lot
and act a bit hostile at times.
We went to see a therapist together and now I understand it a bit better.
I’ve always been friends with my ass, so that’s fine.
My face has a life of it’s own so sometimes we might fight but then we cool down really quickly.
I usually make friends with collarbones really quickly and we have good time together: we take walks in the park, do some jogging, cook something together.
When I was younger the soles of my feet knew my forehead, but not anymore. At least not without forcing. And it’s not really nice to force relationships to happen. They happen only if they are meant to happen.