dear body

to my body…

I would like to start this letter by saying two things…I am sorry + you are beautiful

you are an amazing creation that God designed specifically for me…you have carried me through 35 years of playing + walking + moving + learning + thinking + creating + loving + living…

you have endured multiple displays of my clumsiness, bad luck, horrible aim, dumb-flat-feet-make-me-trip…by multiple I really mean uncountable…but yet, you kept going…you didn’t throw your hands up in the air and say “that’s IT, this girl is unreal…how can she fall UP the steps and DOWN them?”…

after all that…

how do I repay you? I belittle you…I call you fat…I complain about my loose skin + belly pooch + neck fat + droopy eyelids…I compare you to every.single.woman. that walks past me…I talk worse to you than i ever would speak to anyone else.ever.

I am so sorry for that…extremely sorry for that…

I wish I would have appreciated what a perfect gift God gave me when he gave me you…you’ve given me two perfect babies and you’ve helped me walk endless miles with my mama shopping…I want to appreciate you for what you ARE not what I wish you WERE…appreciate my stretch marks for what they are, battle marks from having babies…and my loose skin is from all the hard work you and I have done over the past few years…

I am so grateful for you and I vow I will try as hard as I can to change the ugly way I speak to you…at least I hope to…see these habits, they are kinda hard for me to break…but as you and I know all too well, I can do anything I set my mind to…

thanks again…i ♥ you
~me