You are remarkable. You are strong and capable and for that I am so grateful. You help me run by the ocean and breathe deeply of salty air; prepare and taste nourishing meals; snuggle with my husband and my sweet puppy; cry with those who are sad and laugh with those who are happy.
I have abused you in the past—neglected your needs and desires in the name of vanity, self-obsession and even emotional coping. I’ve starved you, hated you and emotionally beaten you down with my negative thoughts. I’ve wanted to trade you in for a different model, certain that I’d be happier without the curves you came with.
I’ve done those things, yes, but now I see you for what you truly are: my home and my friend. Through you, I experience the world with each of my senses: I see beauty, hear music, smell flowers, taste chocolate and feel the softness of a cozy blanket. While I know you will not always function the way you do now at age 25, you are truly a gift to me—today, tomorrow, and for as long as my soul dwells within you.
Forgive me for all the pain I’ve put you through and help me continue to honor your God-given desires. I promise to use you for good and treat you with respect, because you, my dear body, are fearfully and wonderfully made for so much more than fitting in skinny jeans.
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