Abstract

This essay reflects on occasions when images of the author’s body stirred wonder and challenged the author’s understanding of her relationship to her body. Wonder is not a sentimental or romantic feeling, but an intermingling of both admiration and fear. Wonder is perhaps closest to awe, which has connotations of both reverence and terror. Wonder holds together both the negative and positive emotions that awe once elicited. Finding wonder in your own body, therefore, can be both a fearful and exhilarating experience, one that demands a kind of reconstitution of the self, since the body that was once taken for granted has now become alien.