Dear Body,
Sometimes I really hate you and I am sorry.
I am sorry for the nights that I have spent crying myself to sleep because I was wishing that you were more attractive or that your stomach was flatter. I am sorry that I would look at your arms and legs and wish that they were smaller. I am sorry for every negative thought that I have ever had about you. I am sorry for depriving you of chocolate for so long. I am sorry for all of the times you were begging for fuel but I would not give it to you. I’m constantly criticizing you, forgetting that you are the reason I can wake up or walk around or even type these words. I am sorry for ever thinking you were not good enough.
For so long I was scared what people thought about your scars and stretch marks, but now I am not as scared because I know they help tell our story. I will no longer compare you to others. Never again will I allow others dictate how you are supposed to be or how you are supposed to look. I will cherish the curves and unique qualities that you have. I will trust you.
Thank you for constantly fighting for me. We’ve been together for quite a long time and you have never once given up on me. You have kept my heart beating and my lungs breathing. Thank you for keeping me alive even through the times where I have felt hopeless. Thank you for being strong enough to dance and run and do all of the things I could ever want to do. I am still learning to love you, but I love you a lot more than I used to.
And body, thank you for being so patient with me.