I have been fighting with you for so many years now. All you've done is stood by me while I keep half-accepting-you, half-picking-you-apart. I am so tired, I can't imagine how exhausted you must be. Please forgive me.
I'm ready to let you be, whatever shape you were meant to be. I'm ready to fully embrace, accept and love you wholeheartedly. You deserve to be appreciated. You are worthy of love and belonging. You were made this way for a reason. I finally trust that.
I’m sorry for every insult I've thrown at you, every glare in the mirror, every time I wish I was in someone else's body instead of the perfect one you had to offer me. You are beautiful, healthy, mighty and relentless. You have carried two babies, endured a decade of cruddy nourishment and tagged along for every single diet that exists. I’ve tried to tame you as if you were a shrew. You have taken my orders and done what I ask without question, I’m positive it’s time I repay the favor.
I promise to listen every time you speak up. I promise to at least try. I’m learning that I need to quiet down in order to hear you sometimes. I promise to feed you when you are hungry, rest when you are tired and thank you constantly for carrying me through my days. I promise to compliment you often and to stop wishing you would change. I promise to honor not resent you.
Thanks for having my back and showing up for me every time. You’ve shown me what unconditional love is.