Dear Body,

I'm sorry.  I'm sorry that I haven't been good to you.  I'm sorry for all the times that I have thought that you weren't good enough, for all the petty little details I've expressed hate toward, for always wishing to have some other, better body.

I don't need a better body, because you are good.

Because, truthfully, all those things I don't like are a reflection of choices I've made.  Choices of what was easy over what was hard.  Of what was less painful over what was strengthening.  Of what tasted good over what was good.

Even through all of that, you have never failed me.  You have done ever single thing I have ever asked.  Even when it's really really hard.

So thank you, body.  For giving me 5 beautiful babies, as hard as that was for both of us.  For functioning at a good level even when I don't give you the best fuel.  For being strong, and getting stronger.

Please be patient with me as I learn to love you like I should.  Re-learning thought patterns is almost more difficult than starting new habits, but I'm trying.  Because you are good.  And you deserves someone who loves you.