Mon­sters, Inc.

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“What do you think the weird­est part of your body is?” asks my 10-year-old.

“Fin­gers,” I say. “So many of them, with a pla­s­ticky part at the end that you can paint dif­fer­ent colours. And another whole set of stub­bier ones at the end of your feet...”

“I think tongue,” she says. “This hunk of meat in your mouth that you can poke out to scare people.”

“Yeah but what about eye­balls? Two balls of jelly that swivel around and see ev­ery­thing!”

You’ve prob­a­bly had a con­ver­sa­tion like this as a kid, or with a kid. And this is the truth about bod­ies. It doesn’t mat­ter if you’re an ath­lete or a lin­gerie model – you are, es­sen­tially, just another freaky mon­ster.

Wel­come to the body issue. We’ve got a bunch of sto­ries about bod­ies in here, but of course we haven’t touched the sur­face. There are 7.6 bil­lion hu­man bod­ies on this Earth, each with its own story, its own prob­lems. They’re all swarm­ing around, at­tract­ing and re­pelling each other like mag­nets.

We loathe them, we love them, starve them, stuff them, pho­to­graph them in flat­ter­ing lights. We send them run­ning around hills, or we lie in them, trapped, star­ing at ceil­ings. We try to ex­tend their time here, al­though the long-term fore­cast isn’t too bright for any of them.

And let’s face it, none of us prob­a­bly has the one we would have or­dered off the Net, if that were pos­si­ble. But we’re noth­ing without them.

Of course your body has its own story. It’s thrilled you and hurt you, moved you forward, let you down. It is you. I hope it’s com­fort­able. Why not make it a cup of tea, and en­joy this issue.

Last year Richard Mead­ows ate 220 piz­zas in as many days and wrote about it for Sun­day. To­day, on page 16 we catch up with a rad­i­cally dif­fer­ent Richard.

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