There! I've said it.
I heart my body.
Hmmm, feels strange to say. Like trying on a new pair of swimmers. Not sure if it fits right away.
I heart my body.
This wasn't true until recently, very recently. In fact, I've always actively hated my body. It has been the main source of a lifetime of feeling defectiveness and shame.
I heart my body.
It feels so good everytime I type out those letters.
I heart my body.
My knock knees, my gummy smile, my rough and bumpy skin, my tuckshop arms. Even my belly which has been an enemy of mine for so long. But now we're friends! Best friends.
I heart my body!
Despite all I've put it through. The thrashing with booze and drugs, the disrespect I showed it with my promiscuity. My body is still working. It still holds me up, moves me from place to place.
I heart my body!
Even when I was at rock bottom and my mind was broken my body made my son. It took in those tiny cells, accepted them, nurtured them and allowed them to grow and thrive. My body gave me life. My baby. My saviour.
I HEART MY BODY!
I'll shout it from the hilltops!
This body is mine. I will radically accept it for all its flaws. I will love it and treat it with respect and acknowledge it for all it gives me and will continue to give me until the day I die.
Here it is. My body. I heart you.
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