The biggest surprise for me isn't that my body finally stopped taking all the abuse I piled on it without any consequences, it is how much love I feel for this flesh envelope and how fiercely I want to protect it from all the Doogie Howsers who mock it and that the survival instinct takes over again when the instinct to protect offspring becomes self-destructive as well as unnecessary.
In all likelihood, this body you don't want to fuck is the only thing I have left.
It belongs to me. Me. Me.