How do you feel about your body? Why not write a personal letter to your body telling it how you feel.
Hey it’s me. How are you doing? I know we’ve been through a lot together, and I just wanted to tell you that you’re doing a great job.
I treated you pretty well when we were growing up.
I never broke a single bone, and always made relatively healthy choices.
Kept you in good shape.
I know running helped.
We worked out every day together and you always kept me going.
I put you through miles
and miles of running.
And you always gave me your all.
You never left me hanging and came through for me when I needed you.
We ran through grass and mud, on road and gravel, across cities and states.
Through all of that you hardly had any injuries.
Even though I didn’t always do a “proper” cool down, or stretched when I was supposed to, you recovered like a boss.
And for that, I’m grateful.
I did however, want to say that I’m sorry.
For all of those times through my late teenage years and early twenties.
When I said and thought those terrible things about you.
When I thought you were fat.
When I took you for granted.
When I didn’t appreciate how beautiful and strong you were.
There were times through college where I would look in a mirror and be mad at you.
Wondering how we could run all of those miles together, and I still wasn’t happy with how you looked.
And I’m so sorry.
Looking back at pictures of us throughout our college years, you were so strong.
I can’t believe I thought my muscular and tough thighs were fat.
I can’t believe I wanted you to look better than you did.
I hope you can forgive me.
If it helps, I can see it now.
I’ll never forget that time you helped me through the marathon.
Even though we had a rough moment at the end.
That fall and blackout was so scary. But even though consciously I didn’t know what was happening, you took charge and brought us across the finish line with a great time. You helped us recover quickly, and were much happier once I ate that cheeseburger.
And I can’t forget being pregnant.
You helped create a beautiful baby.
A 21 inch
You helped keep him safe, and when we were ready for him to come into the world, you made the process so easy.
Afterwards you recovered so well.
It was a hard few weeks, and you were so tired from the last nine months.
When we went on our first run together after Ian, it was so hard.
Our lungs were frozen, and legs were dragging.
But you wanted more and I could tell.
We kept working out.
Slowly but surely.
We were getting back to how we use to be.
Now were busting out eight minute miles and I couldn’t be more proud.
I wish I could tell myself then what I know now.
To appreciate you more, and not be so mad when we eat an entire pint of Ben and Jerry’s.
That it’s nice to treat you to something special every now and then.
That just because you feel fat, doesn’t mean you are fat.
I’m so proud of you.
For everything you’ve helped me through.
For the tough times.
And the great times.
For everything that led me to loving you exactly how you are.
You’re beautiful and I’ve loved watching you get better and better.
I know no matter what comes our way in the future, you’ll be there to help me get through it.