A LOVE NOTE TO MY BODY

I don’t wake up every day loving (or even liking) my body… some days, I really dislike my body, and it feels like a liability to drag around — never good enough, never like the ideal image in my mind. I feel like we live in a world where it’s so easy to scrutinize our bodies, which makes me sad. But I'm learning that my body doesn’t need to look a certain way to be appreciated.

I'm grateful for my arms for letting me give and receive hugs from the people I love. I'm grateful for my nose for allowing me to enjoy the smell of bacon my dad makes in my kitchen on Sunday mornings. I'm grateful for my legs for allowing me to release stress on my daily walks down the block. Im grateful for my hands for letting me squeeze the hands of my loved ones when they share exciting news. I’m grateful for my heart for letting me feel and love so deeply.

It’s incredible when I take a moment to think about all that my body allows me to do (especially through all the trauma and illness it’s endured). Today, I made a promise to myself that I will keep trying to treat my body with kindness, even if I’m not always passionate about its appearance. At the end of the day, my body is my most loyal friend; It's always there for me. Now it’s time for me to be there for it. ❤️🫂