Dear Body,

May 25, 2026

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I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you. I’ve forced you to carry so much. My exhaustion, my standards, other people’s standards, my punishments, my anxiety, my grief.

I made it so you had to be cut into to remove what I had done to you. And still you carry me, with love and devotion. With never-ending care through this life we chose together.

I can’t do it without you. Yet I treat you as if you are my enemy. As if you are the one out to get me and make my life harder to life. Harder to be successful, loved, cared about. Like you are the one ruining everything that could be good in my life.

How wrong I am.

You are the only thing that never leaves me. We go everywhere together, do everything together.

I am so sorry for how I’ve treated you. I promise to do better. And with this, I promise to hold you in higher regard. That anyone who says they love me, loves you too, and sees you as the warrior, lover, and best friend to me that you really are.

Together we’ll get you healthy, strong, relaxed, safe, loved.