"I’m sorry, body.

For hating you despite the fact that you moved me across the world.
For nitpicking you for having an uneven skin tone, or too many moles, or too much fat, or too little fat where others said I should have it.
For making you smaller for other people’s comfort or pleasure.
For denying you pleasure, or pretending you’d been pleased for people who should’ve tried harder to make that happen.
For making you sick for love.
For making you sick for heartbreak.
For talking badly behind your back
For not being a good friend to you.
For punishing you.

Thank you, body, for loving me anyways.
For not giving up, slowing down, nor holding a grudge.
I wish I were brave enough to love you fully right now, but I promise to try harder every day to appreciate you for doing everything nobody else would ever do for me."