Dear Body,

When I started skipping meals at eleven years old, I had no idea I would still be struggling with a devastating eating disorder nearly thirty years later.

I am truly sorry for that.

I abused you for decades and yet you survived. If only my mind was as resilient as my body.

I have a hard time calling you beautiful. I’m working on it but I’m not there yet. However, I recognize that I have just as many likes as dislikes when it comes to your appearance. I don’t like my belly, thighs, or arms but I do like my short stature, lips, and curly hair. 

Your strength is undeniable. You grew a baby inside of me and brought my daughter into the world. It was an amazing experience and I’m so happy to be a mother.

As I progress in my recovery, I reflect on everything I’ve put you through and how amazing you truly are. Thank you for keeping me alive.

My 40th birthday is approaching and I am grateful for the time you have given me. I am developing healthier habits and I promise to treat you better in the years to come.

Here’s to finally showing you some love. You deserve every bit of it.

Love,
Me