Today, I’m writing something a little different. The lovely women over at She Loves Magazine are writing love letters, to their bodies, and inviting us all to join in.
So here it goes!
Its been a rocky road these years hasn’t it? I’ve put you through quite a lot. But we’re not talking about that today. Today, we move forward. Today, I’m telling you something new.
My love for you has been conditional. I spin around in the mirror and determine how confident I feel about you today.
I lift up my shirt, running my fingers over the cross I had etched on my ribs. Turning to the side once more, I let my shirt fall back down with a shrug. I will do this to you every time I see a mirror.
I’ve let this ritual define you. I’ve let my thoughts be consumed by what you aren’t. But today, dear friend, I will thank you for what you are. I will direct my thoughts to think only good of you.
I will stop thinking of you as the bridge for love, for acceptance. You are not what makes me loved, what will make me loved, or what makes me accepted.
Instead it is my acceptance of you, my love for you that allows me to create that bridge.
Because you, dear friend, are not who I am. You do not tell me my worth as a woman, as a daughter, a sister, a friend, a believer.
But you are a part of me, a part I promise to treat better. A part I will respect and care for, without letting you rule my thoughts.
I will care for you by feeding you what makes us feel good.
By running because it makes us feel alive and free.
And then letting the rest take care of itself.
Someday might bring that special guy who will find you beautiful, but more importantly, he will see you as I do, just a part of me, the me he really loves.
Someday you might bring precious children into the world.
Someday you might run a marathon, or climb a mountain, or lay in a bed of wildflowers.
What you do, and wherever life leads us, I promise to be good to you, to love you.
We’re in this together, dear friend, and if we work together we can make this crazy ride a beautiful one.