We are 38 years old. We’ve been through a lot together. Like, a lot. A LOT. I’m writing to you today because I know without a doubt that though all of that “a lotness,” you have been primarily focused on my survival. Even when I beat you up, didn’t feed you enough, overfed you, treated you like a trashcan, exhausted you, asked you to perform on two hours of sleep, ignored your pleas for rest or attention, grew and birthed babies inside you, and bartered your value for the pressure to be attractive … even in light of all this, you woke up and said, “How am I going to serve this human today?”
I’d like to think that on bad days, when I felt like shit or when you felt sluggish or when you caused me to feel pain, that it was all your fault, that maybe you were out to destroy me. But, the truth all along has been that you were simply weeding through the muck and the mud to find equilibrium. And, I can only imagine that with all I put you through, that must have gotten harder and harder over the years. It’s no wonder some days you needed 25 cups of coffee or you made sure my spine reminded that it could in fact break if I kept pushing it.
So, I’m here today to turn the tides on our relationship, something I have been doing for some years now, but finally wanted to say out loud in an evolved way. I’d like to make amends to you. I’ll start that by stating all the things I think we agree are no longer working orders for our operations each day:
Dear body, I am sure there are other things to be said here and I’m confident that as I grow older, I’ll have more amends to make and more “insteads” to declare. But, for now, I’m just so sick and tired of living in a society that puts so much pressure on me and every woman I know to be anything other than simply resilient and connected. I’m so sick of being a woman in 2018 who still has to fight for her basic rights and ownership of you. I’m so sick of feeling gross and icky inside your skin, when this is simply because I don’t know how to celebrate aging and changing. I’m so sick of helping other women repair themselves from the screwed up view of how they should look, rather than how they are functioning in the world. I’m so sick of compromising your basic needs in the name being a good girl. I’m so sick of spending so much time trying to fix you, instead of experience you.
So, yeah, this December, before the crazy and insidious season of “new year’s resolutions” strikes again and we all inevitably fail at trying to make you something you are not, I’m going to sit really heavy in the seat of your humanity and wisdom, and I’m gonna encourage everyone around me to do the same.
Sincerely and forever yours,
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