I want to be free..

I love God, why would he make this body a prison instead of my temple? How am I suppose to live if I cannot stand being in this tiny, sick and foreign body? This woman's body that does not belong to me that has proven it hates me just as equally. Why is it war? I envy strangers walking around and yes, they might have problems but at least their bodies belong to them. All I want is my body to be MY body. Not this. There are times when I want to claw myself apart, so that I might finally be free.