A Letter To My Body

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You were born in 1974. You started out pink and wrinkled, free of any imperfections. You grew just like all the others your age. You have fallen but not broken.  You have birthed but not died. You have taken a beating but not stayed down. You are one of many things that keep me rising each day. I don’t give you enough credit as my body but I want that to change.

A letter to my bodyAn Innocent Body

When you were just six your innocence was violated. You didn’t realize it at the time but you shouldn’t be touched like that. You were supposed to be able to trust and be comfortable around your family. It happened for many years as you grew into a young lady. You became a competitive swimmer, winning meet after meet. You glided through the water without a care in the world. The body that birthed you finally found out. The heart that you hold was broken as words were thrown your way. You knew you would never be the same.

You blossomed into an early teen and grew to look like a woman. It’s too early you heard them say. Your breasts had other plans. They became full and round and just right for someone much older. Your waist became smaller and your legs leaner. You spent the Florida summer in the sun so your skin was beautifully brown.  The older, opposite sex would stare, not having any idea your age. You were supposed to stay young and not be in the light. You didn’t listen. How dare you be so brazen!!

A Teen Body

As a teen you had long hair and a beautiful smile. Your breasts grew even more and your mind became aware of the control you have over the opposite sex. You knew that you could wear clothing to get attention or cry to get comfort. You could have anything your heart desired. You desired to be worshipped and in love. You found another body that does just that and he made you his.

His body helped you create another being. Your curves changed.  You became even more voluptuous.  Your hips wider, your skin stretched and your smile brighter. The weight began to come and not go away after you birthed a new baby. You were not accustomed to having extra weight and you were not sure what to do. Some of it left as baby grew but you have never been the same. What is left is damaged and sad. Thankfully your body worshipper didn’t skip a beat. He loved the new body you created together and found new ways to show you.

You eventually feel good about the new body you are. You took a beating at the gym and helped me rise each day for more. You helped me birth another and stretch your skin even more. You knew what to expect with this one.  You were meant for birthing and feeding babies like our mothers before. I can’t express how much I disliked you at this point in my life.

My Promise To You

I find the courage to look at you each day in the mirror. I am sure to include all of the stretch marks, any moles, and scars from the past. I do my best to take care of you because you are the only one I have. My body has rogue hairs, wrinkles, stretch marks, scars, tattoos, and a bit of cellulite. You are not perfect but I love you any way. My breasts are not as perky as they used to be. My hips are wider than they should be. You look terrible in a bathing suit and really can’t wear lingerie but I love you anyway. You can’t wear sleeveless shirts or dresses that are too short. High heels are your enemy but I love you any way.

I promise to track down your rogue hairs. I promise to always wear a push up bra so nobody really knows where the girls fall. I promise to always wear flats so you don’t hate me later.  I promise to pass on my love for you to my girls so they can appreciate their own bodies. I promise to love you no matter what.

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