A Letter To My Body 💪

A letter to my body: What a weird relationship we’ve had over the years. I shudder at the memories of how I used to treat you in high school. I remember when I tried on that dress and it didn’t fit. Instead of just taking a dress in the size up, I blamed you. For changing. For not being consistent. I remember the dark days of struggling with body image that followed. Convinced that I didn’t have a problem, that it was only temporary, and that you would forget. I have a foggy memory of my first year of college. Of not considering how unhealthy my lifestyle was for you or the effects it could have later on.⠀
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And don’t get me started on tanning beds and not wearing SPF. All I can say is—I was young and impressionable and had no idea what I was doing.⠀
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But here’s the truly amazing thing. I can walk down this road and think of all the times I’ve wronged you, not looked out for you, not listened to the signs you were giving me that something was unhealthy—yet here I am. A decade and two babies later. I am in awe of how you have healed, despite what I put you through. You are resilient. ⠀
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More importantly you forgave me. You’ve allowed me to run half marathons. To grow human life inside me. You've given me the ability to nurse my children. To be on my feet all day. To lift babies and laundry and bags of Target spoils. Honestly, I don’t deserve it. You are too good to me. You’ve shown me a powerful grace that I won’t forget.⠀
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So now it’s my turn to fight for you. I will fight to honor you. To allow you the freedom to change with the years. I will fight to say good things, and think good things about you. To celebrate you when you’ve worked hard and to give you rest when you need it. To be in awe of you, and to regularly say thank you. thank you. thank you. 👊🏼🙌🏼💪🏼🤘🏼👏🏼⠀