About a month ago I went to this campus health event for women to reconnect with their bodies. Lots of potentially sappy stuff, but we wrote a letter to our bodies. I'm going to type it up and post it (to all, what, three readers I have) for two reasons. One, because it's not like I'm the only person to have gone through this stuff, and two, because it's sort of an explanation for why I'm moving as slowly as I am. I had this hidden in the back of my desk drawer for a while, but...I shouldn't feel ashamed. I'll grow more if I acknowledge that these things are part of my past. Okay. (nervous)
I am sorry I said yes when you said no.
I am sorry I didn't make him wash it.
I am sorry for eating only soup and crackers before work every day.
I am sorry for not going to the doctor when I need to.
I am sorry for the wheat germ and milk.
I am sorry for the Smirnoff.
I am sorry for being in denial for three years [about my celiac diagnosis].
I am sorry for trying to hide you. I am also sorry for wearing too little clothing when you were cold and for hating you when you complained.
I am sorry for never sleeping enough and for ignoring you when you demand sleep.
I am sorry for attacking you with teeth and nails and tweezers.
I am sorry for not using lotion enough.
I am sorry for only loving some of you.
I am sorry for comparing you to others.
I am not sorry for eating so many desserts.
I am not sorry for moving past most of the things written above.
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