I spend a lot of time talking behind my body’s back. I talk about my floppy knees and my weak little spaghetti arms, and my flappy belly. I talk about my sad non-boobs and I make fun of my Shar-Pei butt and I tell people that I would be perfect, if only I got a whole lot of plastic surgery which is going to be the answer to all my prayers and the solution to all my problems. I spend a lot of time talking about my body, and a lot of time ignoring what my body says to me (more water! Less Diet Pepsi! How about something that’s not filled with sugar today? No? Okay.) and despite how I have disparaged it, put it down, talked smack filled with derision, and mocked this body of mine, it keeps going, strong and tough and even, dare I say, beautiful.
Via the very pretty Already Pretty, I discovered BlogHer’s Letter to My Body project. Women all over the Internet are thinking about the stuff below our chins, reevaluating their relationship with their skin, really considering the way they treat and talk and use their bodies. And maybe it is ever so slightly dorky to address our bodies in epistolary form, but you know–it appeals to me. It makes the relationship between the you in your head and the you in your body concrete, reminds you how important it is, requires you to sit down and really think about how you treat yourself, your health, your well-being. And I am nothing if not a giant dork. And so I say…
You are beautiful. You are healthy and you carry
me up stairs and along on my bike, in bed and out. You can bend and
twist, inspire lust and desire, can do anything I ask you to. Anything
I want to try, you’re up for. You have brought me so much pleasure, and
have brought so much pleasure to others. I have used you, and
forgotten you, and have forgotten how lucky I am. I am sorry I have
been mean to you. I feel I should apologize for being such an asshole
to you all these years, for neglecting you, good body, for feeling
ashamed when I was naked, for covering you up as if there was something
to hide. I will tell you that you’re beautiful more often. I will bring
you flowers and vitamins and take you out dancing. We should be
partners, body. Thank you, body, for putting up with my shit.
What does your letter to your body say? Post it here in the comments, or leave a link back to your blog!