I trust my body to subluxate joints at a whim. I trust my body to hurt like fuck when I eat the wrong things because it causes an arthritis flare. I trust my body to turn a bad cold into a fun case of bronchitis if I'm not incredibly careful.

So what I'm saying is, I don't really trust my body so much as I know my body. I mean, I've learned to listen to my body. And then, often, firmly fucking ignore it because while sometimes it has something useful to tell me, sometimes it is full of shit. Because pain is a message, sure, but it's one that goes pathological a lot, and when there's sweet fuck-all I can do to fix the causes, I'm going to throw painkiller at it and carry the hell on.

I am big on mindfulness and embodiedness; they're important to me, they're important to my spirituality and I want to punch people who don't get that it isn't simple. And if it is that simple for you, then you're fucking lucky. But it's a tangled mess for most of us, and pretending it isn't is condescending and patronising and bullshit.