A Love Letter To My Body

February 1, 2018 | Posted at 3:55 pm | by Proud2BMe (Follow User)

I can’t quite remember when I first started thinking about you, body. I mean really thinking about you… poking and prodding and seeing what jiggled or wobbled. I figure it had to have been at least middle school when my not-quite-flat tummy made an appearance in chorus class during stretching and my arms fluttered as I ran on the middle school track.
 

But now, as a 21-year-old woman, I have begun to think about you differently.
 

Here is an ode to you, body, and all that I have put you through. You are a part of what makes me who I am, but you do not define me, so why should I define you? It’s taken us a while to get to this point, where I love what jiggles and wobbles and what does not. Thank you for staying resilient through long nights of reading and pizza eating. Thank you for putting up with all that I have put you through and for allowing me to have so many wonderful experiences, to do so many things that I love.
 

I spent so long comparing you to other bodies, but there is not one just like you and that is what I love about you most. You are unique and beautiful in your own way… and you are a part of me. You’re not an hourglass or a pear or an apple… you are the reason I can skate, dance until 2 a.m., and push through exams, papers, and job applications.
 

Body, you allow me to do all of the things that I love and I cannot begin to thank you enough. You stayed strong, even through years of me abusing you and picking you apart, telling you that you weren’t enough when you are so much more than enough…

 

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