Letter to My Body

(and its response)

Dear Body,

My one and only, much maligned, abused, and abandoned body, I will not start off with my usual opening line; the mantra of relentlessly polite women attempting to make nice in a world that would just as soon see them dead. A mantra of negation, concealment, hesitance, embarrassment, and excuse: I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.

I won’t subject you to that. We’ve had enough shame, haven’t we?

Nor will I say I love you. I do, in my stunted way. But we both know our relationship has been fraught and overwrought. I have betrayed you as many times as you have betrayed me. So I will not lie. You can always spot a bullshitter faster than I can anyway. And you do deserve honesty.

I will simply say that I see you and am grateful you have kept such a complete record of our history. I have learned over time to see that compilation of evidence with less judgment and know that what you’ve held for me has been held with purpose.

So, Thanks

In response, body say

Shut up and dance