A love letter from your body

Dear Beautiful Soul,

It’s me, your body.

I know you’ve been busy, distracted, and sometimes, perhaps, you forget I’m here.

But I’ve always been with you.

Since the very beginning, through every breath, every heartbeat.

I’m your closest ally, your most loyal companion.

Can we talk for a moment? Just the two of us.

I’ve been whispering, gently calling for your attention,

Not to ask for much, but simply to invite you to come home

To listen a while,

To hear my sighs, my aches, my quiet signals of need.

I’ve carried you through every storm,

Held you when the world felt too heavy,

And danced in the light of your happiest days.

I’ve been here—strong, soft, resilient.

I’ve stretched and shifted, curved and changed,

All in devotion to you.

You see, I am a miracle.

And not because I am flawless

But because I am yours.

Every curve tells a story of growth,

Every scar a mark of your bravery,

Every blemish, a moment of living.

I hold your memories in my skin,

Your triumphs in my bones.

Yet sometimes, you fail to see the wonder of you. Of us.

You rush, you critique, you wish I were something else.

But what if, instead, you paused and noticed me?

What if you touched me with the softness of gratitude?

And caressed me with kindness?

What if you honored us for all that we are and all we've achieved?

Together. You and I. As one.

I don’t ask for perfection—I never have.

I ask for acceptance. For gentleness. For patience.

I ask you to be tender with me, as I have been with you.

Id like you to come home, sit with me a while,

And notice how miraculous it is to be in this body.

When you feed me, may it be in reverence, not restriction.

When you move me, may it be with joy, not punishment.

When you rest me, may it be with peace, not guilt.

For I am your home, your temple,

And I will always care for you, even on the days you struggle to care for me.

I know it’s hard sometimes.

The world tells you to change me, shape me, mold me to something I’m not.

But I’m not meant to fit into their boxes,

I’m meant to be uniquely yours.

So, let us walk together in harmony.

Let us celebrate every curve, every inch,

Every difference that makes me your own.

Release the weight of shame,

For I have loved you through it all.

I am here, always.

Yours forever,

Your Body