I think I’m finally at a point in my life where I can write you this letter.
I’ve known you for nearly 27 years now, but I think this is first time I’ve felt complete confidence in you. We’ve definitely had a love/hate relationship, more hate than love I think, but after this long I’ve finally found that body confidence they always talk about in the magazines. After discussing self image with friends recently, I realised I am the happiest I’ve been with you in a long time. Curves and all.
I can remember points in my life where I really didn’t understand you, like when I was the first girl in my class to grow boobs… And they didn’t stop growing. Or the struggles I had with my skin playing up, and never understanding why. But I got you back – I treated you pretty badly in my university days. Constantly filling you with alcohol, never giving you enough sleep, smoking (yes I’m still doing that and I will quit when I can, promise). But I’m finally in a place where I’m feeling better than ever. I hope you’re feeling better now that I’m eating better, the alcohol consumption is a lot less and I’m managing to throw in as much sleep as I can. And I can pretty much say now, I love you body. Sorry it’s taken me this long to say it, but brain was getting in the way. But she knows how it is now.