Thirteen years ago, I wrote a letter to my body that marked a significant turning point in my life. It was a moment of deep reflection and revelation, and today, I want to share that letter with you.
Dear Body,
I owe you an apology.
For years, I let the pressures of the world weigh heavily on you. I was angry, ashamed, and often disappointed in how you didn’t fit into the mold society set for you. Life’s fast pace and constant comparisons made me believe you weren’t enough—like so many women, I fell into the trap of self-hate. I compared you to the images of long-legged women in magazines, convinced that you were the problem. I didn’t realize that the real problem wasn’t you—it was the impossible standards we’re all pushed to meet.
I’m sorry for not recognizing your beauty—the freckles, the curls, the softness that makes you uniquely mine. I apologize for neglecting you, for feeding you what wasn’t nourishing, for pushing you when you needed rest. I’m sorry for the times I didn’t listen to you, forcing you into situations you weren’t ready for, trying to change you into something you were never meant to be.
For all the times I criticized, starved, or mistreated you, I now see how wrong I was.
You have always been my most loyal friend. Even when I disconnected from you, you never left me. You carried me through the toughest times, healing the bruises and scars I caused, holding me up when I thought I couldn’t go on. You allowed me to dance, to move freely and express my soul through the physical world. You’ve never stopped working in my favor, even when I didn’t understand or appreciate you.
Today, that changes.
I commit to loving you, as you are. From this day forward, I will honor your natural beauty and strength. I will listen to your whispers and nurture you with the care and respect you deserve. Your cycle is not an inconvenience—it’s a source of power. Your curves, your softness, your imperfections—these are what make you perfect for me.
I won’t push you to change to meet anyone else’s expectations anymore. If you change, I’ll embrace it, but only if that change comes from within, not from outside pressure. I will feed you what you need, rest when you ask for it, and move in ways that celebrate the wonder of what you are.
Dear body, you are the home of my soul, and together, we will live, move, and breathe in harmony. This is the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with grace, strength, and celebration. You are beautiful, and I am proud of you.
Here’s to a lifetime of love.
