Dear Body of Mine - A Love Letter

 

Dear Body ... 
Why is it that I cannot always see the good in you? 
Why is that I always want more, expect more, demand more of you?
Why is it that I can't accept you for all of the wonderful, magical things you do?
Why do I take you for granted?

Perhaps because I spend too much time listening to the expectations of others on how a body should look, feel, react and not enough time listening to what you, my body, really needs. Instead of the constant comparisons with, for the most part, unrealistic ideals and concentrate on what miracles you provide me daily.

I am lucky to have feet and legs that function and have carried me through life thus far. No they are not the long legs of a supermodel and they may be thicker and less picture perfect but they are willing, and able, to break into a pretty good dance routine at a moments notice and for that I am thankful.

I have an stomach that is as opposite of "abs of steel" as one can get but it reminds me that I have been fortunate enough to enjoy many delicious meals with loved ones and have never been left wanting. A reminder that my relationship with food is a work in progress but I need to live my life along the way and be grateful.

My hands may not be that adept at crafty creations but they are able to write my thoughts and feelings, my arms are always at the ready to embrace.

I have ears, eyes and a mouth able to hear, see, and taste the joys of the world - Laughter, Music, Books, Nature and Food. They also give me the opportunity to find ways of helping others by offering a kind word or being able to listen.

I have a mind that, even with a tiny flaw that can flood me with doubt and anxiety, is a force to behold. To be able to turn those doubts and anxieties into kind words and helpful actions, the ability to find solutions to almost all problems. The fact that my mind organizes and prioritizes my wayward thoughts constantly is a miracle unto itself.

Lastly I have a heart. A heart that at times is so full that my mind cannot fully process how to proceed. A heart that has been broken but had mended itself over time, never losing its ability to love - for better or worse.

For all of these things I am thankful to you, body of mine, for everything that you have done and continue to do. I promise to show you the respect you deserve and appreciate all of the gifts you bestow. 

TO MY BODY, I LOVE YOU.