A Letter to My Body

A little post on Shape of a Mother lead me to begin blogging again. BlogHer is asking people to blog a letter to their body so here it is.


Dear Body,

You are squishy, stretched-marked and freckled. We are at odds at this moment. I believe that you are too big and unreliable. I ache. Parts of you that weren't supposed to come out have. You have betrayed me. But I am proud. You are strong. You held two babies and grew them to be big and beautiful. You pushed one baby out naturally and one came out surgically from you. But you held them in your protective uterus and made them well. You carry the weight of the family on your broad shoulders (thanks a lot for those football player shoulders!). You help me get through each and every day. Through the screams of the toddler and preschooler, through the unending reading for homework, through the bill paying, through the laundry doing, through the dish washing, through the loving of my husband; you carry me through. I may not love what you look like to the rest of the world, but, imperfect as you are, you are strong. For now on, I promise to treat you as you have treated me. I will be strong for you. I will be healthier for you. We need it. So body, even though you are I are not the best friends in the world on most days, thank you. Thank you for everything.

Me