Your body is a temple. That's what they teach us. With that quote in mind, I'd like to say something to my body.
I am sorry.
To my precious, beautiful, and the one and only body I've been blessed with, I am sorry for all I've done. I apologize to my legs. I'm sorry for leaving cuts and gashes that I thought would help alleviate the pain and stress I was going through.
I apologize to my eyes. I'm sorry for the endless nights of crying into my pillow over a boy who could care less about me.
I apologize to my mind. I'm sorry for destroying your image of what beauty is and I'm sorry for making you overthink and stress about school and boys and myself.
I apologize to my hands. I'm sorry for not using you to your fullest potential and I'm sorry for not always using you to do good.
I apologize to my chest and lungs. I'm sorry for the anxiety attacks and not being able to breathe in the middle of the night when I felt completely alone. I know the pain I've brought to you and I'm sorry.
I apologize to my stomach. I'm sorry for not feeding you the right way. I'm sorry for starving you because I associated being skinny with being beautiful.
I apologize to my body. I'm sorry for drowning you with alcohol on nights that I didn't want to think, breathe or live.
I'm sorry for pushing pills in you when I didn't think I could make it in this world a minute longer. I'm sorry for forcing you to throw up meals that would have nourished you and helped you grow into a beneficial member of society.
Most importantly, I apologize to my soul. I'm sorry for not letting you flourish. I'm sorry for not planting beautiful flowers in you. I'm sorry for not feeding you the proper nourishment. I'll now work on that and I'll work on being better for my body.