Dear Body,

For those of you who already follow me on Instagram, you may have already taken a read of this letter to myself. But since this is bigger than just content, I wanted to share it here for anyone who may need it. *Trigger Warning* Body Image & ED Discussed 

Dear Body,

I am sorry. I am sorry I didn’t understand before. I’m sorry for the way I’ve mistreated you in the past. I’m sorry for not loving you in every step of my journey. I promise to look at you without judgement. I promise to remember that media doesn’t dictate what I believe to be beautiful. I promise to remember the size of my waist has nothing to do with my worth.

I know in the past I have hurt you. I know that I have neglected you - when you were hungry or needed nourishment. I did these things because that is what the pressure of those around me or the world itself had placed into my mental being. They told me you weren’t enough, that you wouldn’t be enough unless I worked you into the ground, starved you, hated you until you became something else…

But none of that is real. I now work out more, because I love you, because I like the way it feels when I move my body. I treat you when you ask, because you and I deserve it. Of course you look different, you are not made from a cookie cutter, and the more the world accepts that, the better and stronger others can feel in their bodies too. 

“You have been criticizing yourself for years and it hasn’t worked. Try approving of yourself and see what happens.” - Louise Hay

And just like that, look at how far we have come! Tummy line, I love it, I own it , because I have a tummy. Thigh juggles, I love them, I own them, because yes girl - I got thighhhhssssss, and they are sexy. Big arms, I love them, I own them, because I am stronger than I give myself credit for. I woke up a couple weeks ago and it finally all hit me like a sack of bricks, I needed to work on being in love with the person in the mirror who has been through so much. 

Bodies are meant to change, and instead of clutching on to old jeans that are clearly no longer my size in the hopes that my body will once again fit into this number that literally means nothing at the end of the day…I TOSSED THEM. And I will continue to toss anything or anyone that doesn’t fit into my life. Harsh? No. I want to live happy in the time I have on this planet - so if someone doesn’t support that message, then I don’t need them to be apart of my dreams, goals, aspirations. etc. We are choosing to be obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin, and sharing that with the world for others to have the confidence to do the same. This is a MESSAGE, and we stan it. 

Like my girl Lizzo said: “Boss up and change your life.” So, I did. And now look at me - THRIVINGGGG.

Thank you for loving me when I didn’t love you back. I am sorry for not recognizing your worth, your place of importance - you are home. You are an autobiography within my skin of a lifetime of memories and challenges conquered. You work hard to keep my alive. And for those things, I should treat you with the love and respect you deserve. Honor you. Cherish you. Nourish you. I will do better. 

XO, Me