We all have our own obsessions, I suppose: ears, elbows, the delicately carved bones that point to the isthmus, that lump of vertebrate just at neck's nape, muscles (corded or smooth?), leg length, hip wiggle, the indented curve between shoulder and bicep, the way the upper belly is defined by the medieval arch of ribs, cheek bones, brow shape Sometimes it's something so minute like the way a strand of hair hangs or a dimple or a particular curve of lip. I am collecting a smorgasbord of body parts like Pinterest posts; a menu of wishes. I could play cut and paste with my own reflection for the rest of my life and maybe end up like the fibro shack renovated to look like a 16th century castle. A lost identity.