This is a letter to my body.
My body, that is literally the reason that I am alive.
My body, that allows me to dance, spin, eat, read, run, lie on the couch, and whatever else my body allows me to do.
My body, that I have and that has always been around.
I'm sorry that I don't appreciate you more. I'm sorry that I look at you in the mirror and pick out all your "faults." I'm sorry that I stand on the scale and wish the number was smaller. I'm sorry that I stuff you in clothes that are too big or too small. I'm sorry that I buy clothes that fit but don't keep them fitting. I'm sorry that I look at you in clothes and wish that I looked different in clothes.
I'm sorry that I stuff you full of foods that don't do you any favors. I'm sorry that I fill you with disgusting foods that are bad for you. I'm sorry that I have a fridge full of food that I don't feed you. I'm sorry that I don't drink more water.
I'm sorry that I don't work out and keep you healthy. I'm sorry that I let you stay unhealthy and disgusting.
I'm sorry that I see other bodies and wish you looked like that. I'm sorry that I see these bodies and wished you had that one's legs and the other one's flat stomach. I'm sorry that I wish you were taller. I'm sorry that I constantly feel bad because of you.
I shouldn't.
You're a great body. You're strong. You're full of life. You allow me to do all the things that I enjoy. You give me the ability to hug my loved ones, to toss a flag, to walk around my amazing campus, to watch my favorite shows, to enjoy my fantastic life.
I'm so sorry that I'm not better to you. I should be. You're the only reason that I'm alive. I should appreciate you. I do appreciate you. I'm sorry that I don't show it more.
So thank you, my dear body, for being my body and no one else's.