Now that I am old and crippled, I fear this every single time I step into the slippery shower (which I used to love and stay until the hot water ran out). Beautifully written, my dear, and so true. The first time I experienced looking down at my own body I was five years old, with pneumonia brought on by too much anesthesia during a tonsilectomy and then sent home to die. I didn’t. Great writing. Keep it up. You would like the poetry of H.D. if you haven’t yet read her work. (http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems-and-poets/poets/detail/h-d#poet)