A Love Letter to My Body

I know we haven’t always gotten along, I know I haven’t always been kind to you or treated you in the way you deserve. I don’t know how it happened, but I was taught all of the things I was to hate about you and I was a willing student in the classroom of dysmorphia. For this I am deeply sorry. 
I’ve deprived you of nutrition, made you work off calories when there were none to spare, and used all methods of harming you; of drawing blood from your beautiful skin. For this I ask forgiveness. For using my own hands to harm my own body; body, I am sorry.
Every curve of you is marvelous. Every stretch mark and cellulite lightning bolt is nothing short of mesmerizing. You are not perfect in the eyes of the world but you are perfect to me. You are more than a vessel for bone and muscle, you are a temple; a palace. You deserve to be treated as such and nothing less. Let’s be friends again. I promise to be gentle.